The Error Of Your Ways

I want to cry
I want to sob.
I would like to die.
But death you rob,
From me and all my predecessors.
I'm just another pawn
in your glorious game of lies.
Try,
Oh try me,
For I'll give you a night you'll never forget.
Filled with angry words of tearful regret.
Timing is just another form,
Form of measure,
Form of keeping you all in track.
A different pleasure,
That makes you feel under attack.
It's just a world of contradictions.
Nothing is ever right,
Nothing is ever fiction.
Everything is always your fault and never theirs.
Never fixed by luck, wishes, or prayers.
Pray to your mother.
And maybe she won't disown you.
Pray to your father.
And maybe he'll regret never wanting you.
Accident prone
And addicted to the thoughts of others.
Learn to accept.
The rights we all have.
And stop hiding under the covers.
They can't help you.
From what you've run away from.
You can't run away from who you're known as,
He's the ungrateful son.
Who does everything without a word.
But you know what?
He's done,
And what you're telling is absurd.
They don't believe you,
And no one ever will.
Your lies are through, mother.
So lay down, with your pills.
Swallow them all,
And do us all a favor.
We want you dead.
Gone in our world.
The world of truth tellers
Where all stories unfurl.
Tearing apart at the seams, Instead
Of leaving you be, Instead
Of letting you stay
We want you to see,

The Error of Your Ways.