A.J.S.

The sound of your voice torments my thoughts

And your touch eats away at my conscious mind

These aren’t rose colored glasses.

You’ve turned my vision black

And there’s nothing I can do to return to the girl

I once knew before you preyed upon my soul

Everyone was sound asleep

When the breath was taken from my lungs

By the grip of your cowardly hands

But I wouldn’t dare make a sound.

Trapped in a glass box while they watched my misfortune unfold

I wanted to throw stones and knives to break noise

Like the bullet you left at my doorstep.

But all that I managed was

I still love you

You didn’t know I was counting on you to do it

So I wouldn’t have to remember the moments of my life I’ve wasted on the monster that consumes you

- Marley Isley