Therapy
I never cry real tears
When I die, it confirmed my fears
Lying on the slab, dissect my mind
Shred me to bits, at least you were kind
Why do you see something in nothing?
With this pill I crown you king
Back to your childhood
I witness the lies when I could
Fell into sleep and never stir
Prisoner to my every word
I can't even stand on this crutch
The homicide still twists in my gut
I noticed that you locked the door
This tragedy is too much to ignore
Why do you see something in nothing?
With this pill I crown you king
Back to your childhood
I witness the lies when I could
Fell into sleep and never stir
Prisoner to my every word
My time is coming a close
All the while, obsession grows
Was a martyr, I can never tell
Report back tomorrow, I've spent my time in hell
Why do you see something in nothing?
With this pill I crown you king
Back to your childhood
I witness the lies when I could
Fell into sleep and never stir
Prisoner to my every word
I live in my childhood
A prisoner to my words
Copyright © Matt Mulkey | Year Posted 2006
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