Hand in hand the skies
Were blue. There was a lot
between me and you.
But now the skies have turned
to crimson red that spills from
my wrist when I fall into this bed.
You were the one who taught me
How to feel. Now that you're gone,
I'm my worst enemy who I want
Nowhere to go and no place
to hide, some place far
away is where I choose
Living like a square is
no longer my taste.
I drive away with this glock
strapped to my waist.
People can say what they
want to say. Their opinions
are not valid and are kept far away.
As the people you love look at me with
such disdain, I continue
to fill with all this pain.
A pain that cuts to my very core,
whats left of my heart is now an open
No reassurance from the stars for
they are all fading. My death is what I'm now contemplating.
The end is easier to
Embrace as I pour this glass and self medicate while my angel's have
lost their grip and are about ready to vacate.
Before they retreat to the sky, I surrender and let them hear my cry.