My life is being torn apart Like the symbolism in Picasso's art I feel so guilty My soul feels empty Like barbed wire wrapping my heart There is a great deal of pain I don't know if I can sustain The ever-growing rage Like rats in a cage I know I'm going insane I'm filled with so much fear While I ignore everyone who's dear I won't let no one in I know I'm filled with sin And all I want to do is die here The bastard took my life He even removed my wife I sit in a pool of sweat Not knowing what to do yet But I think I will use my knife
© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I
