FLAT LINE
like kain did Abel im a murderer mess with my crew ill take a gat and blast all of ya look at me son im a killer like lucifer devil instincts ill sacrifice the whole lot of ya fools out there who go try nd play me cheap respect my game when im heading up the street the pain made me killer tattooed on my back money and women the two things to make me snap dreams of killing im living a suicidal life sleepless nights insomnia just cant get out drunk and high i watch my life waste away liquor and tv help me escape realities pain shall i rest leave my demons that posess the power to hold me a prisoner in this mess i call my life i want out just leave me be will i make it to heaven will god have forgiven me, for killing you. id rather im the one to die you had no chance u'd die before you cud survive where did i go wrong to let destroy a part of me my blood that proves there is no heart in me for the rest of my life long nights i shall see the pain the guilt the heart ache its killing me softly and slowly the hennesy attacks my mind paralysing my spine will i live or will i die its the end of the line my life is packed im checking out ill never see tomorrow but yesterday hope ill forget about the reason im here all the guilt all the pain IN A MINUTE OR TWO THE WORLD WONT EVEN KNOW MY NAME
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