Something Like A Song.

So just throw me to the floor
 when you've destroyed me,
Use up every drip of blood
 and bone,
Burn up everything that once
 reminded me of home,
Because it's no use to me now,
No it means nothing somehow.
What's the saddest thing of all,
Is that you let me take the fall,
So much for the words that
 you once told me,
It counts for nothing now
That your riches have been found,
I know,
A heart of gold just doesn't
 pay the bills.
What I wonder now,
As I ache here on the ground
Is how you found the poison
 to hush every living sound,
Could it be your words of steal,
Or just the hatred you couldn't heal,
I guess it doesn't matter,
Since we're all still here,
In this place filled with darkness,
And no sense of direction,
It's going to be a long walk home,
And home might not still be
 there anymore.