S c r e a m

I will find a silent place to scream, And shout to the God less skies, I will lose my mind and try to dream, That love is true and never dies. I will spit to the heavens, I will call God names, And will not relent, Till I am engulfed in flames. For I am sick playing chess, For the more I give, The more I have less. Love is like trying to hold on to sand, You feel it leaving a helpless hand, Blowing in the wind like ashes of the dead, Setting like a sun, staining our heaven red. Well thank you God for giving me a soul, Thanks for taking it back, leaving me with a gaping hole, With which i now fill with hate, I pray the Lord my soul to take, And never again let me be man, To feel this pain I don't understand.