I hope you enjoy my original poetry and music. Thank you for respecting my copyright.
©1997 Shawn Kendrick Hall
Buried in the miseries of my forsaken mind
awakened all my poetry, and some for soon to find
all my pain and sorrow, from all i've ever done
depression looming closer from the end of only one
my mistress found her servant, and tortured him to death
buried, bloody, bleeding and he didn't pass her tests
she tortured him with laughter - as she walked the other way
married and forgotten, now a year and a day
again she sleeps beside him, and dreams of one away
and writes into her journal that she would share next day
he decides for her he'd end it, and get beyond his past
but the blades are never sharp enough, or else the drugs dont last
the bullets never made it, except the last that i had shot
and all that that one did was make it hard to clot
the bleeding ended, and the tears, but soon he found the end
he learned to bury memories with the scribbles of his pen.
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