That Sunday Blood Stained Tie

[brook4]

This is a poem/will be song that I wrote.
Hope you like it.

That Sunday [glow=red,2,300]Blood[/glow] Stained Tie
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I go along and play with knives
only to lose an eye.
I smoke the drugs and get hives
and eventualy I will die.

The escape is open, I see it right there
and yet I turn my back, but why?
I run from that eturnal stare
and the one that died begins to cry.

Where do I go to smoke some crack
the action that makes my savior cry.
I go and stab him in the back
with that sunday [glow=red,2,300]blood[/glow] stained tie.

I reach the end but have not changed
in front of me stands the guy.
"Why did you live diranged?"
That I respond, "I was told nothing but a lie."

[Solid]

I like it. I'm kinda curious if there's a little story behind this piece of work...is there?

[brook4]

Thanks for responding. I'm glad you liked it.
Most of my stuff comes to me late at night before I go to sleep.
I guess you could say there is a little bit of myself in this poem. I didn't intend it that way, but now that you mention it I can see a fair amound of my old life in this. before I really came to God.
again thanks for saying you like it and any other coments would be great.