'Misery and me.'

Look into my weary eyes, and tell me what you see. Are they green?  Or are they blue?  What colour do they seem to you? Perhaps they could be grey.  From the hurt ialways feel. Desperate, deep inside, from the pain i have to always hide. Look at all the things you see, Written over me. You can read me like a book, so look... These things you see, make misery, Make me. Look upon my face, do you see the lines of hate? They were brought to me, by misery, it’s just another on the slate. Once i felt a smile, but i fear it may have come too late, Please show me to my resting place, for with death i have a date. Look at all the things you see, Maybe what i could of been. You can read me like a book, so look... These things you see, make misery, Make me. Look past all the shadows of the life i spent alone, Picture me and memorize all the cruelty kept closed, behind these eyes. Break my bones with stick and stone, for no matter what you do, i will not fall, nor will i cry.  It is time for me to say goodbye. Look at all the things you see, Covered over me. You can see the hope they took, so look... These things you see, make misery, Make me. Look into the future, to a world without my heart. The heart that took the fate, read upon it’s burning card. My time is up, i had my turn, now it’s time to pass on by, i spent my life of misery, i spent my tears and cried. Look at all the things you see, Written over me. You can read me like a book, so look... These things you see, make misery, Make me. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 10:07 PM PST, harry luck    18 • 0 • 1