the muse returns and leaves me to die alone
I cracked my head
So I had better lie down
Thoughts abound
I had better try suicide
I drink the blade
Taste the blood on my tongue
Feel the blade dig deep
Touch the vein
Blackness escapes
Inject the next psychotic
Into my neck
Id rather the blade to taste
Trip this and trip that
Some mutha fukkas gunna find me
Blue and cold to the touch
My soul a fading
Black days from this mind frame
I cannot see beyond
Shadows come to great me
My mumma is beyond the light
Who knew this could be may fate
I live to the Gypsy dancing my grave
Not that Ill know
Ill be cold and buried in times forgotten few
Too many sitting at the church
Wishing me goodbye
False people living a lie
Misery lives sunder this skin
Living in my veins
Acids curse
But one knows my name
Inked with tears on his cheek
A scar on his heart
One but knows
The angels name
© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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