Life As a Song (Angel of Sadness)

Library lounge, It’s a sad, sad song The bar scene period is a sad, sad song Smoke purifies the air, still nothing terrifies my stare Every episode, the same played scene The strangers we rubbed and laid between The washed up bartender, playing his hand Wife called three times, yet he’s staying to make a stand Everything about this place is a sad, sad song Each step we take, the making due with what’s left to bake Burning crosses, turning to the open closest After the bomb, no laughter to come An early rapture for some The flame that appears to be taking my soul The mother who’s life revolves around another’s pole Monroe, Louisiana, it’s a sad, sad story The lives we lead, the heavy breathing No response for the patients steadily leaving Frankin Parish High School The small town and communities, the empty liver pools Nightmares that no longer bother you Images that only seem cosper to you Random flowers from strangers Sadness that towers over angels You life, my silent nights Rain drops that trickle down my night stained windows The shame that tickles my frown, no sins to close The obsessions that claim our sanity The morning dew that eats away at worn fabrics Everything I just wrote nothing less of vanity The guilt in my conscience, such a sad, sad song