Aug 08 2008
Liars
my hero lost his mind last winter
we didn’t understand his words of pain
he was hurting, but we cared not
we called him names, and schemed
we coaxed him to the limb
and then we chopped it off
we threw curses as he fell
and patted ourselves on the back
but as I regard his corpse
I think back to his smile
and I weep for better days
I grab my axe and jump
I fell the tree of whispered promises
and wash my hands of blood
which isn’t green and gold at all
liars