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Gutless Charity

You cannot comfort me,
Throw my fears out to sea
To be washed upon some distant shore
Too far away for me to hear their call

Nothing you can do or say will help
I know in the end I have to save myself
I shudder as you slam the door
Decided not to help anymore

That wasn’t what I meant, you see
I still needed you here with me
Letting me know that you care
Enough to stop me slipping to the floor

But you left when the role of hero dissolved
No glory to have followed, no adoring crowd
Revealed the reality behind your public smile
Even though I’ve seen you go, my heart’s in denial

Left in the corner of my abandoned room
Crack of light, I see your world not owned by gloom
Safe with those who need no rescuing knight
At least not until the whole worlds in sight

To witness you cradling their helpless souls in warm embrace
Onlookers assuming it’s genuine by the pain on your face
But I can see the smile hiding inside your skin’s armour
I want to rip it out, reveal your intentions, offering no encore

I sit; I rock; I slowly bleed, encompassed by the need
Of warm embrace never delivered, hate sprung from the seed
I build myself from the depths of the pavement
Only regret is the gallons of longing-for time spent

On yearning for your charity, even though I see it’s fake
At least then someone would be here when I crumbled while wide-awake
But now I pine no more for your gutless charity
I spit on your memory, knowing I’m worth more than to be your spineless wannabe