I have always
ripped up
everything I
was every given,
why should
I not
accept the consequences?
I should be
three-hundred
damned
feet under
Roasting in the confines
of my own darkly,
twisted
mind
Yet,
I have not yet been
condemned
Why?
Here I talk about
my punishment
but they say
words are
worthless
I must
act
But, I don't know what
in the fucking hell
to do
I have no one to guide me
only those who would
condemn me
why
should I
argue against that
it is what I deserve
I see two options in
my horizon
Action
or
Suicide
One I know how to
accomplish easily
the other would require a
will
and a strength above
my own
if
someone
would just show
me the way, I would try
to act
and
not
die
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