Afraid of the Dark

I guess that's the way it goes
With each wicked deed
The blacker my soul grows
Every thought flourishes like a seed
Dark as a murder of crows
Cause who helps me in a time of need
Through these veins the hatred flows
It'd be better if they were open
If my life was bleeding out
It doesnt help that I'm hoping
If I can't open my mouth
I swallow my pride and I'm choking
Dry as the air of drought
As hated as the meth I'm smoking
Anxious with the clouds of doubt
They can never tell when I'm joking
Troubles flowing like a water spout
Depression prodding and poking
And so I say...
Colt 45 and two zig zags
Put a bullet in my head
Cause life's a drag
I'm feeling so low
Solo so I'm on the blow
Hating myself for hangin on
It just so happens I'm always wrong
Wanna say shit
But I wait too long
This is my cry for help
Before I turn to meth
And scraping at my scalp
Demons locked in a box
And I can't talk