Living Dead
Mysterious me
I'm mysterious, secretive,evasive
No friends, very little family
A Nomad traveling from city to city
State to state, country to country
No ties or obligations
I am free in my own mind.
I posses the inability to fear.
So I cast myself to lions and wolves
Wishing death but I constantly
Survive.
Gazing down the barrel of a loaded
Ak47, I smile and step forward
Pressing my head to the warm metal.
The enemy hesitates to seal my fate.
Russian roulette one bullet six holes five tries click, click, click,click,click
Most say I'm sick, to some it's a
Magic trick, I'm dancing with death
Following his footsteps . I'm not a
Mad man I'm just offering help.
Gang life I've played with the cartels
And mafia
The triads and yakuza
Gangsta disciples
Bloods and crips
Nick name no soul
With a Black heart, my eyes very
Cold.
Merchant of death to the highest
Bidder.
Cash, diamonds, or gold
What's the price? Ok I'm sold.
Military soldier slash henchman what you have captain? Its a dangerous mission, "well hell that's what I been missing" it's too hot for most but I'm
Perfect for the kitchen. "HM1 Do you desire to die"? Yes captain, "but why" So I looked in his eye and told the guy " I am who i am" with a loud
Battle cry.
Traveling the world from coast to coast enemies become friends that
Offer up a toast, but to my host
I'm a ghost. Mouth closed because I
Never boost. I Keep my enemies closer than most.
At the end of it all lies six bullet
Wounds, nine stab scars, ptsd,
Mental problems you can't see,
Self mutilation because my injuries
Are neck deep.
I can't weep
I can't sleep
I guess death killed me without
Moving a feet.
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