Syndicate of Acid Tears
By: Cory L.W. Clark
A play on words this broken symphony
Thinking what once used to be
Keeps telling them all to forget me
Cause they’re all blind and never see
The torture, pain, and agony
That all mistake as a melody
A grand lie that I intend to keep
My mind this play pretends to reap
Crushed dreams and dead hopes begin to seep
Forcing this mind to sink ever so deep
Start to see shadows that endlessly creep
In my head the shades dance and leap
Up above there’s a glimpse of light
Not quite out of sight
But it taunts me in my blight
I can’t even gain the urge to fight
Just stare at the light up in height
Laughing at my lack of might
Despair has sapped me dry
No longer can I even try
But rather lie down and die
Dark light floods my eye
Jet-black darkness I live by
In a pool of dark blood I lie
The light never wanted to pull me out
Just tease and torment me with doubt
Kill this black mind with fears
Rain a syndicate of acid tears
Kill off the rest of this broken mind
Kill off the rest of this dead heart
Drain my blood and leave me dead
Cause only darkness is left in this head
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