Faint Memories

Crushed and beaten alone on the dark road of life,
Burned by embers of hate that coat his skin,
Shreds of his heart lie bleeding in black water,
And silver dreams lie wasted in his painful past.

Stare into his empty eyes and you can see,
The suffering they put him through to watch him bleed,
The slits on his wrists they made with their words,
And the end they so willingly handed to him.

In a pool of tears that flow from his heart he lies,
Wishing it all away so he may resume his life,
Suffocated by their lies that tape his mouth shut,
And filled with the holes they put in him.

Buried by the misery he is trapped under,
Blinded by the dust they kick in his face,
The labels they spit at him,
And the mud they drag him through.

The revenge he never took now just a memory,
The knife they stabbed him with to see him suffer,
The gun they shot him with to see him scream,
And the bridge he jumped from to save himself...

All just faint memories