Buried Innocence
What do you know about being damn near homeless
Struggling to reach tomorrow to find tomorrow is worthless
This is a lyrical exercise in linguistic exasperation
Where every sunrise spells ruination
Cause what doesn't kill me only makes me wait longer
Kneeling in prayer while being circled by vultures
Listen as the vicar's words turn tedious
As the callous coldness of the soul leaves me wishing I was churchless
No amount of affirmation will erase the stains on my soul
Too many tips and tears, through my scar garden I stroll
A silent prayer to whiskey to whisk me away
Another shot for suicided naivete
I live in a world that makes hell feel dark
Buried innocence like a tell tale heart.
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