Stained Glass

Memories creep up, showing me things, I wish I've never seen before

You don't understand, how the pain has evolved, everything is yet so bland

Clear but stained, from my pain, wishing for more, hoping for less

Because I can't stand, the way you, make me feel

The ushering around, waiting for the pound

Of true love, no more, there is no more, left

Can't you see, my weeping tears, of fear

Can't you hear, my cries for hate, and appeal

Can't you feel, my pain, from your hands

Because I can't stand, the way you, make me feel

Don't you feel, the way I feel, knowing, none of this, can go on in any longer

As I look down, at the glass, clear but stained, from my past, that you brought

All along