Walls Between

Each person I lose chips a little more of me away.
Occasionally I wonder will I be nothing some day.
Yet with all these blows I keep on moving.
Not always smooth or to my choosing.
Head reeling from all the noise.
Silence please so I can make a choice.

Pain runs deep and I hate it still.
Each new wound leaves me feeling ill.
Eyes glazed over yet still filled with hope.
Upon these burning shores I begin to choke.
On all the ashes of what has come before.
No I refuse to ask to be subjected to more.

Not asking for much in the grand scheme.
Still feels like any reward might be a dream.
Friend at my side who actually has my back.
Rather than a sharp bladed knife from the rack.
Precursor to the inevitable cut and run.
Leaving me alone without any fucking one.

Regret is a song that has no ability to soothe.
Instead it repeats as if it has something to prove.
Maybe its betrayal and that’s why its so loud.
Only disloyalty ever echoes this proud.
Daring to pretend every word’s not a lie.
Even as the text says this is my final goodbye.

Offer a hand only for it to be taken with greed.
Bitten as if I was some animal upon which to feed.
Trapped in a cage that I can never escape.
This isolation yearns to fill me with hate.
Still I wish to live as a kind man.
Even as life continues to hand me a lonely ban.