Don't let me end this life
Teardrops furnish my dreams as I sleep at night
Stress keeps a writer pasting his life
Blessed to weep, wasting his night
Look only to suspended glory
This is my end story
Awakened buried in depts of sand
Several enemies carrying a manless hand
Who can account for these muderous loyalties
As curteous as poverty spoiling me
I know I'm a loser
Riding passenger side in a best friends cruiser
My reflection through this glass lense ever so tiny
For death smurks at me
Holds me in thy grips as he lurks to see
A greater figure, who won't fall past the liquor
You can forgive me for my sins
Or you can kiss you wife and catch another nut
Should you rehearse my every motion before life begins
Then I shouldn't be another one of your brother's mutts
Your holy savior
I'm not asking you to forgive my behavior
I'm falling by a ratio of useless placeabeo
Oxygen molecules to my head
Toxic as swallowing cubes of lead
Your tears sooth the tears we shed
As mine would only move the dead
So don't let me end this life
Categories:
smurks, life, peace, sad, seasons,
Form: I do not know?
The journal of a dying man
The purpose of me pasting my memories
Inbetween these blue lines
Is the simple fact that I'm facing
Unforgiven intimacy in due time
From the bottom of that route 44 cup I sip
Haunted by forgotten story's
From the tip of this pen my pressured luck drips
Peers riding passenger side solo
Hydroplaned, truck nearly flipped
This is the final entry of a fallen child
Yes I'm tired, nearly painted dead
Through clear sky's I'm sainted ahead
What more can I say
Neither of us reading writings
Truly adores this day
Like always I'll be arched in smile, rested in fatality
March through trials, simple steps tested your reality
This is the journal of a passing man
Sympathized for my maloveance
Now as I prance for rain
Satan smurks at my cowardly dance
Perhaps my everyday
Was lived for selfish reasons
My finale, your premering season
Blessed this evening but forever leaving
The final entry of fallen child
Categories:
smurks, life, peace, philosophy, sad,
Form: I do not know?