Killerwood

Kind of hard feeling,

like when someone complains on clothes,

or something else that is stuck in the throat

Hard and lonely,

I never understood

Come home againCome home,

I never understood

The aching in my throat is still as hard as beforeI did not know or understand

I'm older now but just as young

I'm the same personSelfish,

The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect

Like a spider in your bed

That you have layed into pieces,

but still not