my love


pain still rips at my insides
my god, it always will
and wine cant wear this wound down
but addiction claims me still
i never knew i had you
until i turned and you were gone
and years escape me somehow
and make me more the wrong
and with my heart still bleeding
i step into each new day
with nothing good to think of
with nothing good to say
ache still eats away at me
my god, it always will
and pills cant numb the suffering
and yet i take my fill
what is the reason for my being?
as i stumble to my grave
i dream to die and die to dream
am i but your slave?
in this mortal nightmare
i wash away my fears
with drugs and lies and war
and sorrow and hate and tears
someone take away this scar
this voice inside my head
i would offer you my love
but my god, my love is dead

mellanie lynn carney byrne