Ryan's Song

Takith from your pocket deep

clasp in hand a sewers reap

gouge my eyes condemn my soul

slash my back like days of ole

slap me like a child's wrong

point your finger low and long

have me stand at two feet tall

circle, pace, and then forth call

all the bad and fault i bring

with words that scar and words that sting

i will listen till you're done

then i'll take the loaded gun

i'll put it to my brow for you

as leaf clings to the morning dew

and as you beg and plead for "no!"

that you're "sorry," "please don't go"

that you you "love me more than life"

and how you want me as your "wife"

i'll push your pleads far away

and end it all, for on this day

i will leave all this behind

for i'm not worthy of your kind.