Untold Stories

I can paint the walls, Red

As I bleed with tears I shout and cry 

I howl and yell

Insanely

There's no one to hear 

No one to tell

People in this world want me

 But there's nothing in the world, I want

No.....I can't make the sea with tears

Over time they have disappeared

Seldomly they appear...when I offer prayers 

And no matter, how much I pray

Nothing works

When you are a fate's prey

My soul longs to kiss your feet

And hug your soul 

My heart aches 

And my body burns like a coal

There's a story 

That wants to be heard 

And that wants to be told

But some stories are better left untold 

Some pages are better left unfold