attention to sorrow

i reflect, i confess – recently i’ve used people as objects
only because his name has become etched in my chest
and i’m looking for emotional release, maybe some ease
a chance to give back my keys on this lease ‘cause this tease is more like wool than fleece

i watch their eyes and i know i’ve done crimes
i know i’ve faced time and the bomb was just karma
but should i feel awful for normal or just face the horror?
i contest, but i never promised something i can’t keep
because i know knees and i take it deep and the sadness–

you’re a canvas and everyone around is basking in their happiness
and the knife that they struck has become stuck
you watch and ask but there’s no time and there’s no need
everything becomes heavy and the canvas that you are is so empty

all i ask is for someone to understand and someone to demand
because life of utter despair and total black is like lying on tracks
waiting for a tiger to attack and kill your soul ever so slow
just promise to ask when someone’s eyes speak and their sadness is at your reach and all they ever wanted was someone to see

because life as honey can only take so much smog
and the bees need the sun like we need our gun – our peace
and when we’re on our knees begging please and the guns at our head
will you ever rest knowing you had the chance to just ask?

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