Lives In Death
The knife lies before me
The deed is done
I stare at the mirror
Afraid to scream
What I see there
Is a face well worn
With sorrow and sadness
Pain and Agony
A face which has seen
Far more than was necessary
But no one could know
What truths I hid
I saw into man's heart
Knew their deepest secrets
How do you tell them
The Holy Mans really the devil
They wonder where my words come from
And how they are formed
The come from every man's heart
And they're formed in Blood
Im sorry to show you
Such greed and such pain
But these are the stories
That really must be told
God is a Devil
Angels are cursed
Life is a death
And death a freedom
My pain is my truth
That when openly told
Will cause me to suffer
Or maybe to fold
I hid it as long as I could
It has become far too much
I cannot hold it alone
But I cannot share the truth
So tell me how to know
To share the truth of a lie
Tell me how to tell them all
That their lives are death
© 2002 Aaron Christopher Latham
