Hell for the Gifted

The thanks for being me...

Hell For The Gifted

I will come into your being a giver of breath

Taking your pain, sorrow thoughts of death

Hold you so close to show you my heart

Till you have healed and so tear us apart

Again I will face my gift as a course

Writing out its pain a verse by verse

You will have healed gone on by now

I'm left to my stabbed feelings to plow

I will see you later a blank stare at me

Like I was the criminal of your insanity

Look down on me for bringing you out

Like you done it all nothing to shout

Each occurrence bleeding pieces from me

My soul dies with every maintenance fee

You show no care, no love for my gift

Just pull down the knife and open the drift

Remember the casket where I shall lay

My reward for healing so you can play

Now I am a memory in so much of rhyme

Alone and buried till the end of time.

Robert© - 2014