• The things that spew from the fragile thin lips

    Obvious lies forced by a long and forgotten alcoholic alibi

    My heart, and soul black and bruised from years of neglect

    Wishing for the dead to rise is a sin ,but I sin more than I like

    I want my life back, I want all of it back the good and the bad

    Trying to find where I belong now that your gone

    You didn't just take your life , you took mine too

    Who knew you, a gun, and now it's all done.

    Sucide.