Massacre

Cold cut silence
and a face full of dread,
It wasn't something that you did,
But it was something that you said.

Mismatched heart ache
And a sharp pains through your head,
If you tell me what your after,
I might take the pain instead.

Deep stunted silence,
And your feeling mislead.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Keep your hands behind your head.

Sharp clear pain
All your limbs feel like lead.
Take your time to call the banners,
Take your time to leave them dead.

Fast break movements
Feathers rise from the bed.
Could please protect your heartache
Could you leave before it ends.

Hard loud echoes,
All your words filled with dread.
It wasn't something that you did,
But It was something that you said.

It wasn't something that you wanted,
But it still happened in the end.