The answers you seek are not here

Let me make that perfectly clear

Now that she is no longer here

Perhaps it’s the heavy atmosphere,

Stumbling from day to day

Wishing the poisoned past away

Dreaming in the bed where I lay

Truth is she wouldn’t stay,

Dancing in a spiritual gallery

Paying the price for living flauntingly

Intertwined yet lost at sea

You would have buried me,

Affairs of the heart are poisoned seeds

Based upon attraction and emotional needs

They transform into evil deeds

Those who are sincere will bleed,

The night comes like a black hole

The emptiness takes its toll

Echoing shots from the grassy knoll

Recovering wreckage from Chicken shoals,

I can’t seem to remember now

There must be a way somewhere somehow

A sharpened axe for the sacred cow

The darkness is on the prowl,

Can’t believe I trusted your lies

The pain is gone no longer despised

The foolishness of such alibis

The price of becoming wise.