R.I.P
Nobodys home so dont knock apon the
door.
No need to empty the trash or sweep
the floor.
To many bottles of booze mixed with
pills.
Notes left apon the wall.
Stained souls as the blood
spills.
Pictures far from center.
Trophies from the road.
Bones collect were memories
splinter.
A long term vacation guess there's no
need to sign a lease.
May dust greet my bones.
Until I rest in peace.
The mask is but a facade.
Cracks in that perfect image.
All true art is flawed.
They know the person who is
not me.
Time traps the mind.
As love brings only agony.
Failure cast's doubt as old truthes
give way to new lies.
As the sunset bids farewell.
With it the story dies.
A fraction of myself I have yet
to release.
The pain is now transferred to
another.
Reflection to late so may it rest in
peace.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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