Haven’t written a song for all of you in quite some time. Lately, I’ve been addicted to the spoken word style type of poetry.

Enjoy my latest *explicit* creation: White Light.

WHITE LIGHT 

V1: 

What a fucking massacre.

Watching blood drip off of her.

I know she’s in pain,

and I’m the one to blame.

V2: 

What a fucking massacre.

Her heart is torn in two.

I know there’s not much time,

until I watch her turn blue.

Chorus: 

What a fucking disaster.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Is sorry even enough?

I know her battle was tough.

But, I stayed silent,

‘cause I liked it.

Now, there’s no turning back.

I killed for the last laugh.

Bridge: 

Do I sound cruel to you?

She cut me too.

Mutual destruction;

we put on quite the production.

Two people who just wanted out…

But, I grew impatient,

and look what’s happened now. 

*Chorus* 

V3: 

What a fucking massacre.

A big bloody mess.

Hear both sides, then tell me

if it was an accident.

*Chorus*

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 

1-800-799-7233