Vagrant (Experiment Not my usual work)

I think I’ll like being dead,
 no one to bother me,
 no voices in my head,
all just peace and quiet instead,
I want to be alone
in the afternoon of the great suicide that painted the skies red,

It’s always Art for the sake of it,
Death for the sake of boredom,
life is what you make it
and mine was to end it all.

(word play sabbatical)

I once was tricked by an addict
whose wit was afflicted
with withdrawals nicked
by the same stick
that gave him that rush after all,
he sat and licked his wounds from the kick that inhabited
his every other moon,
flicking a spoon in his hand
he told me he loved my dope lines,
couldn’t tell if he was a fan of mine
from back in the old time of my slam poetry rhymes
or asking to meet him with a razor next time.
Took me a moment to get over those lines
and try to overlook the pain in his eyes
That war we all fight
I was flabbergasted that
From where he sits
I couldn’t recognize that man tonight
the one who I once spoke
his name so effortlessly
with “my friend” fitting just right

He was once famed as a brain attic fanatic
 trained professionally
as a prodigal psychological son
to a family where flames
ran their course
 and he swore he would regain
that flame for better or worse, but he became so attached
to the chemicals nothing could match,
 it felt comical looking back to mention his intentions
 when he was kid even in a rough patch amid
he was rid of all inhibitions,
decisions here and there
were never a vision where
he’d end up once it followed its course,
now ten times the tension grew
when I noticed the his weakness ensue,
I was standing begging for his attention too,
I get it, genius by day junkie by night
but man even God works a nine to five
needless to say.
 I waved him away
once I noticed the frayed and decayed mind
 that couldn’t possibly be the friend
I would say normally say “Good day” to
back when we went to school,
must be someone else he just
couldn’t be so broken just like everyone else
 when he had everything I mean,
isn’t that what the television sells and tells us?
I don’t believe you’re him!!!

but I have to say
 That man could boast
 that he almost tricks me again and again everyday
like the man has his hands on the replay.