Charlies Grief......

Squeezed and bludgeoned hear my shriek, my legs do tremble knees are weak.

I am lost and I am mute, for the things you say I can't compute.

When the bells ring must they see, upon the stage what's left of me?

Tick tock strokes the grandfather clock, a jealous tone, a sheep-less flock.

And as I lay in sounds of rain, my back and knees soaked in pain.

I long to be adored again, to be a man free from stain. 

Tags: Sad, Beat, Anger, Pain, Dark,