THIRTEEN LEAF CLOVER
I'm a walking time bomb waiting to explode
My insecurities lay spread across the road
Run down, mistreated, over and over
On my casket, lies a thirteen leaf clover
A letter from a God, in crimson and tears
It tells a picture of a thousand fears
On the front cover I see her warm caring eyes
But behind the fake side I see betrayal and lies
Yet whilst the blade tightly placed in my palm, it seems too good to be true
Seems too easy to escape from a hatred so strong, to eternal and so blue
Although the end may appear only viewing distance away
The path that leads their is only one way