The Suicide Summer

The Suicide Summer By Kevin Robey August 5, 2013 It’s the end of summer, when rhymes will end I’ll say goodbye to them, and all of my friends It’s the end of days, as far as I’m concerned I never thought that I’d make it to this turn After all this time, the wounds are too deep After all the battles, the price too steep Doesn’t matter if you blame me for your scars Sticking around this long, it's gone too far I tried my best, can’t breathe anymore Keep the manufactured smile I wore It was all just a way to buy some time The fire never stopped, your hand holding mine I’ll never be saved, don’t push religion my way I appreciate the thought, but I’ll burn anyway There never was a question; faith got me this far But answers were short; the punch lines bizarre Reading this now, you’ll pick up the phone Put down your concern, just leave me alone Wash your hands of this diseased catastrophe Just walk away as I drift off to calmer seas As the lazy waves lap across my unshaven face My bright eyes fade to grey with style and grace I remember the chaos as the peace overwhelms Smile one final time with the angels at the helm