My Bad! Whoops!
Running Away
She left him feeling vindictive.
She walked out while the going was good.
Good enough to walk.
Good enough to run.
Run straight to the sheriff.
Run straight to a new lover’s arms.
Arms of steel.
Arms that spoke of grace.
Grace that she found inside the pottery studio.
Grace and exhilaration.
Exhilaration in being free.
Exhilaration at the turn of the potter’s wheel.
Wheel of justice.
Wheel descending.
Descending into the backfill of her life.
Descending into the depths of despair.
Despair that made her leave.
Despair that made her strike with intensity.
Intensity found in each footstep.
Intensity seen written across her face.
Face her fears.
Face the unknown.
Unknown but so inviting.
Unknown but so much better than her past.
Past of being abused, verbally beaten.
Past of hiding all emotions.
Emotions she learned to expertly hide.
Emotions she kept deep, deep, inside.
Inside.
Hide.
Emotions.
Heart Break Hollow.
A clatter of brocken pottery
The antics of a vindictive host,
Oh no, not again?
My home my town.
Hello somone send for the Sheriff?
Hell and fire darkness light, please
Answer my call.
Do not backfill like the last sheriff
To disappear.
Splatter shriek live in hell
You monster of the deep
.Rrooted,In my brain when is this nightmare
Ever going to stop?
No peace for the wicked so they say
Oh, why do I have to burn in hell?
Sleep baby sleep,
Is this the stuff nightmares,are made
of?
Oh, prince of darkness please let go
Of my thoughts and feelings,
This cold desolate smell
Will I relive another day.
Hiding deep beneath the sheets
Of hell,
I beg you please,
Oh, please let go, move else where.
I wait for day break to arrive.
With not a cloud in sight.
Praise to god.
Ok
Running Away
She left him feeling vindictive.
She walked out while the going was good.
Good enough to walk.
Good enough to run.
Run straight to the sheriff.
Run straight to a new lover’s arms.
Arms of steel.
Arms that spoke of grace.
Grace that she found inside the pottery studio.
Grace and exhilaration.
Exhilaration in being free.
Exhilaration at the turn of the potter’s wheel.
Wheel of justice.
Wheel descending.
Descending into the backfill of her life.
Descending into the depths of despair.
Despair that made her leave.
Despair that made her strike with intensity.
Intensity found in each footstep.
Intensity seen written across her face.
Face her fears.
Face the unknown.
Unknown but so inviting.
Unknown but so much better than her past.
Past of being abused, verbally beaten.
Past of hiding all emotions.
Emotions she learned to expertly hide.
Emotions she kept deep, deep, inside.
Inside.
Hide.
Emotions.
Heart Break Hollow.
A clatter of brocken pottery
The antics of a vindictive host,
Oh no, not again?
My home my town.
Hello somone send for the Sheriff?
Hell and fire darkness light, please
Answer my call.
Do not backfill like the last sheriff
To disappear.
Splatter shriek live in hell
You monster of the deep
.Rrooted,In my brain when is this nightmare
Ever going to stop?
No peace for the wicked so they say
Oh, why do I have to burn in hell?
Sleep baby sleep,
Is this the stuff nightmares,are made
of?
Oh, prince of darkness please let go
Of my thoughts and feelings,
This cold desolate smell
Will I relive another day.
Hiding deep beneath the sheets
Of hell,
I beg you please,
Oh, please let go, move else where.
I wait for day break to arrive.
With not a cloud in sight.
Praise to god.
Ok