The Ripped Soul

Bickering kills whatever left of this home,
Fights about money, bills, materialism; they never end on their own.
Sad to see how it all runs down,
True colors are shown, and I laugh here like a clown.

My circus left a little too late,
Stuck here I am with twin freaks and living in hate.
Memories of running when it turned to this,
Funny how you're still the one person I miss.

I always told my audience and they laughed at my misery,
But now the hate has grown, I point the gun and go "hehe!"
Silent ill wishes of death upon them,
Sounds are all I hear and all I do is count to ten.

Walk out of the door, a huff, a puff,
My heart feels heavy.
Where are you when I need you most?
And I remember you're no where near me.