I Can'T Save You

I can't save you. I was never meant to. Even though this path of mine is irrevocably twisted within yours, if so you drown, from the wayside I'll be forced to witness you fall the entire way down. How many portraits must be laid before eyes that just refuse to see a thousand words blatantly spelling of the errors that breed your ever present terrors.. If history wasn't keen on telling us that it told us so, the things we pretend to ignore would be the culmination of everything we always wanted to know.. There he is, that boy always covered in the dust of another goodbye. I've pleaded, screamed and bargained.. I've taken the blame, only to turn and find you've done the same, as if your validation comes from the shame. Toil with fruitless labor, exhaust yourself with an endless game. The difference between you and I, it can be found bold faced and drenched in sympathy.. Subtle in every way save one.. The red paint stains your palms and covers all you've done..