UZI PISTOLĀ 

Automatic shots fired…Cleansing to my soul…

Teflon words bullet proof verbs and magazines filled with rose petals.

Chock back aim in shoot!

When tears fell the whole city went silent after the last shell casing hit the ground.

Have a great day and paint your face with another tattoo tear because now you are a man with more regrets.

GIVE ME HOPE BECAUSE I’M DYING INSIDE THE SEQUEL

Self destructive… I’ve driven to the edge of hell and back many times. I seduced death but for some reason death past on the opportunity. What? Am I not good enough for you. Swollen and bruised fist and powder burns I’ve Fought the toughest warriors of my times of war for peace. I cant cope with others knowing that I’m a savage deep down inside. Do I even have a heart? Can I have compassion for human life for war is all I know best and love has never been kind to me. No felicity in me at all just locked doors and shackles cuffing my heart to a stone pillar of a destructive war path. My heart is burning in flames.

WAKE UP

I just want to be… happy I just want to be… free Some one please tell me what’s wrong with me? I don’t feel love and I don’t feel hate I feel like I have no air in me that can escape. What can I say I’m damaged goods and all my life I’ve been misunderstood. I don’t understand why I’m anchored down by all of this pain. I show no mercy. I show more rage, I’ve been in this place that feels like a cage.
I can’t cry because my tears are absent. I can’t die because Death wont have me. I’m stuck in hell’s kitchen where I dwell while low tone bells sound off in my head alerting me to get back in my mental coffin so I can rest forever in on going misery. My life is dead already. Sad but true I’ve got the blues even though my favorite color is red, But what do I know I was born dead.