Thoughts compiled on a notepad torn & tattered
Ink Stains by the pen where it shattered
Smoke stains between fingers, smoke lingers
Smelling like a song, it's a dead ringer, ha
Brain vessels pop like balloons from concentration
I swear that last verse will be my extermination
Heart's empty, mind has drawn a blank
Bourbon bottle tipped & leaking
My desire's bleeding out
I wanna shout but my voice is gone
This recorder's in disorder, play button's worn down
The melancholy beat glues me to my seat
My chin sinks to my chest, I feel it's time to rest
But hardpressed to find a rhyme to end the line
By my urge to define why I don't end my time here
In this world full of fear
They afraid of their own shadows, the mental gallows
Callow while deep sleeping but shallow breathing
Vivid dreaming, madness creeping, insanity reaping
Another day the monotony feels alright
Until I write & the inked page stains the night
Tossing & turning, building are burning
I don't care, my self-pity is churning
Lack of self-worth my curse, it gets worse
As I get older, the days get colder
The boulder gets heavier, my palms sweatier
The chains tighter, the holes wider, I could bury ya
Ferry ya to the land of the dead
But is it really real or just inside of my head?
I don't know, I don't feel
All I know is the cold of the steel in my fist, the lead my last meal
Hollow points, yeah, the stories of my life
And when they hit I'll bleed ink so I'll say goodnight


Lyrics submitted by DarkSidePoet

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