Evil
I lost you once,
but I knew I could at least see you again.
After that call,
Nothing
could be the same.
Then a continuous buzz never stopped
mutilating my ears.
I could no long say a word for you......
Because after your death,
nobody felt sorry anymore.
Some believed you were evil,
a selfish man.
As if you were a venomous serpent,
your eyes golden with anger.
After you disappeared
THEY
quit holding back.
I try to ignore, to block them out.
Building my
deteriorating
brick wall,
swaying slowly
with the wind,
Just ready
to tumble
down
into
nothing.
Is it right to talk about the absent in such ways?
I never want to hear their filthy words,
Because I know Far different from themselves.
My trust.... is pure innocence.
From what they spill,
drip,
drip,
drip.
I beg it won't be tainted.
They continue to pollute my thoughts,
Angry
I Still Miss You.
I believe you tried
to change it All.
Make up for All the wrong,
you so long ago caused.
I only know the
good,
caring,
loving,
You.
Every time I glance at the memories,
through one little photo,
I see a tired man
still loving every one around him.
Can that be so evil?
but I knew I could at least see you again.
After that call,
Nothing
could be the same.
Then a continuous buzz never stopped
mutilating my ears.
I could no long say a word for you......
Because after your death,
nobody felt sorry anymore.
Some believed you were evil,
a selfish man.
As if you were a venomous serpent,
your eyes golden with anger.
After you disappeared
THEY
quit holding back.
I try to ignore, to block them out.
Building my
deteriorating
brick wall,
swaying slowly
with the wind,
Just ready
to tumble
down
into
nothing.
Is it right to talk about the absent in such ways?
I never want to hear their filthy words,
Because I know Far different from themselves.
My trust.... is pure innocence.
From what they spill,
drip,
drip,
drip.
I beg it won't be tainted.
They continue to pollute my thoughts,
Angry
I Still Miss You.
I believe you tried
to change it All.
Make up for All the wrong,
you so long ago caused.
I only know the
good,
caring,
loving,
You.
Every time I glance at the memories,
through one little photo,
I see a tired man
still loving every one around him.
Can that be so evil?
♠ ♠ ♠
My Grandfather died in April of last year.He lived two states away form me and I didn't see him much, but when I did he was so loving and nice.
My Mother and Father both despised him because of his past, and wouldn't let it go.
He was different, and I knew.
So when he died... and I was the only one to admit I missed him and it hurt he died... I was greatly fought with because they believed there was no reason for me to.