Deathbed Confessions

 

I woke from a nightmare
Into a dream, air so thick and blue
It muffles my panicked screams
I'm enraged but I cannot move
They found me, somehow
Hiding in a dream within a dream
I can't remember who, but those hands
My eyes snap open, I weep

It's the things we know without knowing
Feigning innocence in our ignorance
The things we survive without coping
Quiet lies we use to bury our past

I must concede it, they're deep seeded
Evil seeds buried in the depest tomb
I've poured concrete over salted gardens
To keep from being overgrown
From being over thrown by ancient sins
The root of a family's weeds
Praying if they never see the light
That I'll always be safe in dreams

I'll always be safe, it seems
Is the lie upon which I was built
Strong hands, a quiet demeanor
And a constant admission of guilt
As if owning all of the errors
Granted me some form of control
Just a thin and cracking illusion
Concrete breaking over blackened soil

Hurt people hurt people
And it's too late to say I'll never pass on that sin
But how much blame can I take
When I was barely even ten
And how do you relive these moments
That you were forced to forget
That everyone else seemed so ready to forgive 
Deathbed confessions, they're all bullshit