Find the Root

Your love of me
Is all about you
Every word,every conversation
Is orchestrated for me to notice.
Woman draped in blue.
I dnt want to see anymore.
I'm tired of being a witness for
Every human tragedy.
What joy is there left in bones?
You rattle them enough,
even the marrow,let's itself go.
Substitutes befriend prostitutes
A strange kinship arrives
One with the same empty eyes

Pastor you know,last year was the worst.
What do u think, the devil has in store for us?
God strengthen our weaknesses
Let the sickness of offended souls
Not multiply in foes
Holes within holes
That sees enemies in every friend
A twisted state of being
Until you acknowledge the pain
 and its origin
If the best I could do was f*ck you
I'd be f*cked already.

Its a rainy day
and none plays outside
Fixated stairs,walk up and down
Like shadows of the people they were born to be.