Deep shit

because I could not stop for death
another color died from the soul.
torment and bliss mixes in the mind
what would happen next?

when the winds of insanity blow too strong
would you try and blow back or quit
when effortless action becomes a thing of the past
Cuts deep but the pain feels so right.

left to die. never felt alive
the center of
the soul’s the first to die
bottle after bottle
I had to let my feelings out.

smoke after smoke. never cures the pain
the blood never stopped
the lonely drunk never had a life worth living
what was he supposed do?

sex drugs booze. his only true friend was
Kisses that kill
mad at the world. only hated himself.
wrists covered in regret
bears the bracelet only the insane share

Burnt, scared, and full of hate, could anyone relate?
pussy and dope what helps him cope?
I was just a product of the street youth rage
its all in my head. may as well be dead

what's to gain if i can’t feel the pain