Hating the circumstance, putting life on the shelf
Archived, secluded, an item of antiquity
For none of the feelings can be deciphered
Walking the thin line between hatred and sadness
Mia Culpa! My fault! I am guilty!
For throwing away love in it’s purest form
Whiplash follows the struggle, the wrestling
To pin down all the issues that were caving in on me
As frail as I was, as confused as never before
Loneliness is the wreath on the coffin
When I threw you away you took part of me
I realise that this was no joke
No dream, no coincidence, no false prophecy
But the damage has been done
Can’t put together broken fragments of bone china
I feel what you felt, bowels of rejection
My pleas of mercy fall onto deaf ears
Humble, down on my knees
Praying for forgiveness and contemplation
RECONSIDER ???
I walk through the shadows of yesterday
Applying the forensics of lost love.

I expect no more than you are giving me
Show me the door, slam it in my face
I have disgraced you and your loved ones
My brethren believe in hope
It can keep you alive but it can kill you
I rest…..

SIX FEET UNDER!!!!!!

Peter Grech
22-01-03