P.X. Vexxus

Something to Prove

I see the darkness, in your eyes
Like a shadow, you’re in disguise
In your mind, you see me cry
In your hands, you bring demise

In my mind, you are the truth
My own heart, I cannot soothe
I’m not here, with something to prove
I’m just here to heal my bruise

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
You bring me pain, through all the years
I leave your stain, at the pier

You see the clouds, in my eyes
You make me wish, that I could die
Like a drought, my tears are dry
And all is gone, like the tide

The emptiness you left inside
Boils in the heat, beneath your eyes
The hatred, in which you reside
Cyanide will be your ride

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears
I fight for tomorrow, with no tears
I watch you bleed, beneath the stairs
I bury you without a care

By cyanide, in my mind
By drowning, undefined
By cutting, in a bind
You are dead in my eyes

In my mind, you were the truth
Now you’re buried, beneath a booth
I wasn’t here, with something to prove
But now you’re dead, with no proof



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