wound

i can see why you felt the way you did, when you're seconds from the end, do you think of me, or is it all the same, did you walk through the walls, were you ever here at all, is it empty black, or is it all the same, my open wound, heavy hand from a heavy head, i was there and didn't see, with a single blow, he wiped it all away, you've bit right through your tongue, so who here's at fault?, what a fucked up question, my open wound, it scabs again, but it never heals over, my open wound, is draped around me, all for your entertainment, is it artful drowning, or a gross exaggeration, of a higher power, still watching over, i don't think so, but it's just a waste of thought, because i don't believe in god, i can't separate it from the rest, it's such a fucking shame, that unless we shared a past, or it's the apple of my eye, it still wouldn't change a thing, it's a sad, sad truth, but we all come to terms, my open wound, it scabs again, but it never heals over, my open wound, is draped around me, all for your entertainment, i can't separate it from the rest, and you say it's such a shame, you say it's a waste of thought, because i don't believe in god, between you and me, who am i to be saved?, i don't want to be alive