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Feeding this disease
Wake up in the morning, am I done?
Pick up my gun , do I use it on myself or continue to run.
So I am off again, living these dreams
Or is this a nightmare.
feeding this disease is not as easy as it seams.
On my way to recover some cash.
if he don't have it I will put a cap in his ass.
One more day , so tired of this game.
The pain and the lies puts a strain on my brain.
Running alone cuz I can't be trusted.
Just praying today I don't get busted.
My guts in a knot ,now I'm hunting for a fix.
If they say you need one I'm taking six.
One last shot,Found me some dope.
hoping it lasts cuz I just can't cope.
The screaming in side , just getting louder.
Little more then , diluting the powder.
Shits just not working , I still feel the pain.
Two more then as I load the up the pins.
Calm now as its Erasing all my sins.
Chills all through my veins .
death now releasing my pains.
Or will I live to do this again, living in dreams.
Feeding this disease is not as easy as it seams.
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