the last words of a dead soul

    
  in the darkened room i commit my sin,jump back in so easy to be,
  that fucked up peice of shit,that is realy me
  
  the mirror is broken no image to reflect,down i fall into this wreck of a life i made,
 

   excuses jump from my lips like water they flow, in my mind though i realy know

   this is me the beast i have become,there is no saving me after all i have done

    i am high now as i write these words,been up for three days
   maybe a week,i lost count,its easier that way,my life is empty because thats how i am

    poetry i write when i am clean and sober,its easy to be sorry when its over

   i am here reading the bullshit i wrote,as my friends laugh cause to them my pain is a joke

    i have books and tablets full of a doped up loser on a roll,
    the man with a plan,who traded his soul
    
    i am sorry in more ways than one,i will be so glad when i get to finaly leave because then i will escape this thing that haunts me

   turned my life into a fuckin hell, thats it no fancy words to say,i will be glad when its over