All I Can Say

Find me at the intersection of broken and distraught,

The dissection of my every word spoken has taught,

Too many brothers have given the boat man his token for there will be death for all in the lot,

My smile is easily cloaking the fact the devil and his hate have my happiness tied up and caught,

Back when my hands were on a good time's breast groping I never imagined that daily tears would be something I fought,

Every goddamn person prodding and probing have my fuckin emotions tangled to a silenced knot,

A bond to a brother death left broken my pain, my tears, and a soul full of hate seems to be the only certain I got.