fingers
swollen with aged pride
for
the children who went to die
i
only look to this suicide
as
a way to escape all the lies
bleed
sweet child
bleed
and bruise
turn
skin red
you've
nothing to lose
teeth
bared with anger strong
against
the yelling, throbbing throng
of
friends who weren't and stayed gone long
who
showed you the very meaning of "wrong"
bleed
sweet child
bleed
and bruise
turn
skin red
you've
nothing to lose
except
your life
but
that doesn't matter anyway