Tragedy

Tragedy, Oh, sweet tragedy
Never turning your back on me
Scraping this heart
For the metal box it wants to be

I want you tragedy
Yearning for the bleak
The comfort of knowing
You are always there

No lies, Just honesty
Never leaving me in a clueless daze
Always being sincere
Never having an agenda
To this existence in the dark

Tragedy, Oh my epic treasure
Full of oblivion and self-destruction

I give myself to you

Magic, Adaptions of a blackened mass
Holding onto your hesitant irreverence
So I can fall into your six foot heart
Stifled and full of rigor mortis

Tragedy, Descend this soul
I want to be uncontrolled
So I can never feel again

I’m calling for you
Take this pain away

Tragedy, I am yours to disown



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/25/10