Percolating, desirous. Leave this shell of your former self, Come fly triumphant once again. What is the price you have to pay? Years have passed to no avail, A slave to the world You now must speak behind the register. Regrettably, but consciously Your shot went click. Mine goes boom. Now what do you do When there's nothing else to lean on?
My pain, a beautiful tragedy, itís my noose. I canít break loose, instead I use it as my muse. Itís my devastating truth, the path I choose. Pain from my youth, drugs and booze, years of abuse, all that I lose, every cut and bruise, written words for strangers to leave a review, are you amused?