Trapped On A Slave Ship

like being trapped in a mental hospital
late at night listening to the gospel of...
patients who claim they are not insane
i am enraged at how our relationship
has turned into two passengers trapped on a slave ship
and i don't want keep on playing these devious blaming games
like two opera singers pointing the finger at one another
who broke the cue? who dropped the ball? who drew the shortest stick?
who sliced each others hearts open like it was butter?
i'm so sick of all the fighting and the frightening feeling
after words have been said and can't be taken back
this train of ours have been on course to go off track
and afterwards, the sparks from the accident just keep igniting
things from our frantic past and uneven secrets that dont extinguish
the storm is just beginning, i can already hear the thunder and lightning