Tears across a forlorn face look wet against the mud
Joseph couldn't fake a smile;he knew what he had done
For why he'd done this gruesome deed, he had no simple answer
It tortured him within his soul and fed on him like cancer
He loved the girl whom he had wronged and asked God for forgiveness
But no god or man could forgive a boy who beat his girlfriend senseless
He buries her benath the tree, the spot of their first kiss
Then pulls the knife out from his coat and slowly cuts his wrist
No scream of pain escapes his throat as he begins to die
He laughs a little at himself, then sadly gives a sigh
And underneath the blackened sky and underneath the trees
The spirit of poor Joseph dies as his body bleeds.
 
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