stains

murder a martyr
look deeply into the bullet wound
and see precicely the size of the soul

if i can't stay
and if i can't lay
then i guess i can't play
here nomore
the swirl of your skirt
the truth in your hurt
the pain in your flirt
makes me just
want to hate you.

lifeless afflictions
needless addictions
endless tribulations
of how you were to be

stains on a pillowcase
you always were a pretty face
in the crowd
scream loud

murder a martyr
stare blankly into the bullet wound
and see precicely the size of a soul.