Screams in my ears

I know right now I can’t taste your sweet lips
But hold on a little longer and you’ll soon see
When our eyes meet and our hearts skip beats
Realizing fate has placed you at my door
The game is tied
And it’s time for us both to make a score
I have not seen you in so long
A drive into some distant forgotten road
Is it right or is it wrong?
I don’t care anymore what they all have to say
I only pray that you’ll come to me someday
Such things that I’d go through
All of these just to hold you
Pain and getting lost within my head
For your love and heart
I’ll fight until I’m dead
Locked away in this place
Far away from you
You’re always on my mind
Please see this love is true
Blue and black
Red clover
My bowl is empty and I’m going on no sleep today
Whispers of jealousy that won’t go away
Shall I go?
Or shall I stay?
Now the solders march into this kingdom
Oh God this place is a burning hell
Whispers, whispers
Screams in my ears
No time for pity
No chances for any come back tears
Hearing knocks on the walls
Calls from the dead
What thoughts boil inside this lost souls head-?
Praying for death
Last fuck
Last breath
These wrongs I have done
I just can’t mend
And my love and understanding of my fellow man is something I just can’t Lend
You come to me with your accusations
Trying to lock me away for crimes against my peers
Lost in guilt and wasted years
The question was never really when
But if I must
Shall I kill again?
This blood of those who have done me wrong
Those demons that have done their best to silence my songs
Then come to me gun wielding man
Put three in my chest
So I might come back in another life to try again
Threats from the unseen
Dressed in white and black
Their real color is only green
Can’t you see this place where I dwell?
Shit boy!
You couldn’t make it one week in my living hell
Negatives is what flows from this space
Night life callers
The last generation
The shit can race
Now you come crawling upon your hands and knees
Saying there is no God
Get your ass away from me!
I don’t want you or what you have to sell
And I don’t always believe what your voices tell.

Screams in my ears

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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Artist's Description

When I wrote this I was working at a job that I was not happy, I was working along side my step sister who had “washed her hands” of me. She hated me for personal reasons that only her and I shall ever know. I could not quit because my family had also “washed their hands” of me and I would have been homeless if I would have quit. I was in alot of mental pain, which forced me into going into a mental hospital for a “break-down.”

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