Heard The Early Beginnings - by Erik Smith
beside every torn hope
a dark angel lies
beside every tainted heart
the dark angel cries
the heart still pumps
a blackened blood
the brain still works
a pain filled flood
the great appearance
of deliverance
into the deep dark
intolerance
the more i try to purge
the more i feel the urge
the more i try to leave
the more i can't retrieve
below early teary hands
the messy sheets are cold
beneath every tiny hair
the night's sins are told
can't shake the memories
that send me back for more
can't stop the tragedy
these ventures have in store
