I'M Ready, the End

Stripped like a slave I have no freedom No rights inside this enclosed life Its starring me in the eyes what do I do with this knife Dropping it as it crashes to the cold tiled floor I fall right behind it as darkness surrounded me with a closed door No point to scream and shout I don’t see any future that can restore I crawl on my knees for your liking Bruised skin and open wounds drenched in alcohol as it begins to sting Swinging back and forth on the rope of life a tight grip I cling Letting go to a tragic death I know ill be under Gods wing Shot with bullets and shot with what we call a dart Living along side of me but were you really with me from the start Saying those spiteful and hurtful words I pushed you away and soon I fear we will part I paint my life on a canvas which now has many dark spots but it’s still classified as art Feeling left in the rain struck by lightning shaken by thunder you can’t see that I have a bleeding heart The one day that was given to me from God the one and only I still sat in a corner starring through a double platted glass all lonely There were false tellings that day Learned not to bite off more than I can chew because I don’t live the life that of a buffet Sorry I was such a disappointment to you Thinking my life is perfect and everything is fine I say “if you only knew” Not asking for the wind to come but with no control it blew Life is not a game in which you can jus undue I wish I could because I use to look out the window now starring at a wall is my view I once had a heart but it's gone and now there is a hole Every painful beat I am paying a new toll Down in the trash of an empty cold park I stroll Living has become a mystery the only thing real is my soul It's dark and cold where I am and he left me I don’t know who is in control He is not God it was someone else in which was the thief that stole Standing in a corner I thought you were suppose to be my number one friend You said you didn’t but at times I believe you did pretend There is nothing left to buy…for my life has a price thou shall spend I am ready in which a destiny I can attend Like a sad song or a sad movie...life doesn’t get better until the end © Jeremy Fennell