My Father's Keeper/Reaper:
Picked up by God’s hands
Torn down by the devil
Put together by my demons
Fell in love with a rebel
I sat inside my mind
It was a dark and lonely night
Brought to life my sadness hiding by candlelight
My hands were tied, with rope that used to be around my neck
In times of death, I still knew how to get tangled in mourning
I know that I’m torn
Know that I’ve been scorned
But the reaper’s been keeping secrets
And I’ve learned to settle some scores
I’m known for keeping peace when peace is not needed
I’m known for fearing love when love is never near me
I push away, I push away
But get mad when I see no brighter days
Ain’t it strange?
I fell from grace, got hit in the face with a punch or two
I stumbled through, my feet gave way but I got a gun or two
These bullets hold weight, when I speak it’s like subterfuge
A collapsed lung, but I can still spit a line or two
I hide the truth; in every line of poetry, you can find my higher view
Talk to God, but I still see the devil in the mirror
He’s got the eyes of my father, and the love my mother let near her