Over the Sky, Now

The sky is painted red with my anger
And it pours down over my veins
It runs down like evidence hidden
Like poorly disguised mistakes

A yeall breaks out in the silence
And I hold tightly on to my pain
For nothing remains of my pleas
That were turned sharply to threats

My life sails away like a pirate
It never returns here to stay
It just blows away like the wind
It buries my heart in my chest
♠ ♠ ♠
The result of early morning musings, or just very late nights. Either way, I hope you like it.