Sleeping With Death

(This poem is about dealing with depression and feeling alone. Enjoy.) Is she the one for me God can she truly be The love she has sometimes consumes me She makes all of my wrongs feels so right We exist in the dark when sometime I desire the light My flash burns for the love of her sin Her word blocks out the words of the man how dead for men She comforts me in my deepest darkest nights with a bottle and a 45 She calls me a cheater every day I wake up alive I never question her wisdom because her word makes things feel right In this battle between me and her she is winning this fight Every lonely night I try to find ways not to say good bye In her words sometime everybody has to die With nothing to leave behind my name will be forgotten in time Living in a world where I’m invisible I feel silent as a mime My days our always night, it seems the sun will never shine When I’m gone life will go on, without me the world will be fine Another night next to the nightstand were my destiny lay With two broken wings I’m afraid this angel will never fly When the time is time, in my darkest night and when the bottle is dry With my eyes to the sky with tears in my eyes is when this soul will die