_____Painting Brick Houses, Sinking Ships_____ Poem by Poetic Crisis

Slip of the tongue and curse your lips,
It's those words that i'll miss,
Painful memories that have a twist,
Can I play on you just one more trick,
A lynching that takes place on a hill,
Just to let the world see the blood spill,
Just because there is light doesn't mean your not alone,
So place your name across the stone,
It will be available to everyone you've known,
I still think that you are built as a clone,
Break down all the words you try to say,
If something would happen i'd actually pray,
But i'm only talking to myself,
I'm sure you believe in this, Your hell,
Karma takes its toll out on me,
So many things you will never see,
Hiding everything like a bad dream,
Fraud works in mysterious ways,
Never helping and taking away my days,
All of you just needing something to believe,
Crutches help hold you up but your hearts still on your sleeve,
So say goodbye slowly to the world,
This is the end and the end is cold,
Buried in a box with no doors,
Hoping that life will bring you more,
So secluded in a room crowded around you,
The ace of spades would love to trade,
But the queen wants to keep her heart,
Soft words include the pain involved,
No one acts like anything is wrong,
Written through a blank piece of tissue,
Stressing your words to show your point of view,
Crying as if all of this is true,
Is that suppose to help you,
Do you want that hole finally filled,
Secrets are the backbones of our friends,
It's not my fault i'm like this,
Sometimes hate can be bliss,
No one is alone all we do is seperate emotions,
So luckily I have my words, bullets, knives, guns and grenades,
Sad and happy are both the same thing,
When was the last time a dream came true,
Don't worry i'm still pushing for you...