Broken Kettle

Broken kettle

Argument settled

Cop cars

My horrors of a broken life

A million pieces

No peace on this earth

In the ground

In my bed

And the preacher says

Rest in peace

Lord have mercy on this soul

Of who we once knew

Inhale a last breath

In a jail would be best

Away from me

Take from me

The ones I love

I hate you

For letting your anger lead you

Down a road so cold

Her to a hole

You to a hole

In the wall

Tally for the days you missed

Days you pissed away

From me

From you

From us

From we

We the heavy hearts of the left behind

What if you hadn't saw my eyes

And stopped the sighs of death?