Better Off Dead

from rags to riches...diamonds back down in ditches scars and stains and supernatural soul stitches i rise and i fall like the sun and the moon every dark door i open leads to the suicide room ghosts of gloom loom over my bed while heratic hellions run wild in my head *** beauties plant pictures inside...i'm running and raging but still can't hide divided like waters whose waters are red making love with zombies...better off dead no door in the wall no light in the bunker i struggle to move but stay in sad slumber fast going under straight to the bottom of an ocean i see voodoo dolls and get creeping notions in maximum motion with needles and pins...i can see my lost life...now i pay for my sins gone with the wind now i'm never ahead the screen fades to black...better off dead i hear laughter around me and a judge dressed in black...and a jury of fury is on the attack growling and gory with faces of rage...they all chant the sentence "this fool he must pay" black gloves and black masks they grip and they grab steel sticks my body...i get severed and stabbed in a dark pool of blood i failed the last test no hope for 2morrow...better off dead anthony_beesley@yahoo.com