HEARTACHE BABBLE

HEARTACHE BABBLE

Broken, bruised, scarred and used is my heart,

The seams that once held it together are coming apart,

I need a saving grace,

One that only comes in an angel’s face,

To lift me up from the tragic terror that is my own misery,

And breathe life into my lungs and fill my head with clarity,

I’m falling ill to the nature of this world’s wicked way,

I become numb more and more each day,

When does it all end?

When does happiness come around the bend?

Many of times I’ve thought I’ve finally found more,

But it’s been only love’s evil twin, such a lying whore,

When will someone stitch these wounds I find?

Or are my love and her needle simply running behind?

If so, run to me as fast as you can,

I’m relying on the gentle caress of your loving hand,

To save me from falling six feet under,

Please hurry, for I hear the oncoming thunder,

There’s are storm brewing on the horizon, one I can’t face alone,

Hurry and give me shelter, a place I can lay my head and call home.

-brad