My throat is as dry the desert,
                                     my stomach growls like a beast,
                                      I haven't had food or water for days.

                                      I don'k know how I got here,
                                      my body lays broken on the ground,
                                       dropped a thousand feet down.

                                       The sky is a sea of red,
                                        the ocean is red as blood,
                                        the sand is hot as fire.

                                    Only god knows what I've done.

On the road,
                                            she's screaming again,
                                            my face is black and blue.

                                         Fear creeping in.    

                                                 A fist connects to my jaw,
                                                car swerves off the road,
                                         wrapped around a telephone pole.

                                                 air bags deployed,
                                             blood drips down my face,
                                              blaring horn.

                                              Burning, crackling, sizzling.

                                              Smoldering flesh,
                                               turns my gut,
                                               she's trapped.

                                               I see my way out,
                                               save myself,
                                               the car com-busts into flames.

I walk into the gas station,
                             a hood covering my head,
                              I brandish my weapon.

                                     Time slows.
            
                       Sweat dripping down the cashier's neck,
                        tears and snot stream down his face,
                        the smell of ***** fills the room.

                                   My finger slips.

                                        BANG!

          ­                              He drops,
                          Blood, bits of brain, and skull,
                         splattered on assorted cigarettes.

                          The air tastes like copper,
                           sirens scream in the distance,
               red and blue lights dance in the summer night.

Trepidation festers in the pit of my gut,
                              but fear is just a handicap of the mind.

                                        All I need is cash,
                                         not a life.

                                       Crickets sing,

                            The neon open sign buzzes,
                             my heart is in my throat,
                              the parking lot is barren.

                               I want to turn and run,
                               but my feet are heading,
                                for the door.

Where will you be when the money's gone?
                when the rent is due,
                 eviction slip pinned to your door.

                  Mom and dad won't help anymore.

                    Forced to shiver in the cold,
                    on the street paper cup in hand,
                    watering eyes and a trembling lip.

                       strangers sneer and laugh.

                        Crawling on your belly at night,
                         through the alleyways,
                         looking for new flesh to eat.

                          There's no one left to drain.
                        

                         When you're all alone,
                      will it be a slice down the wrist,
                       or a rope around your neck?

Staring out of my cell window,
                                      bright blue sky,
                                       with a archipelagos of clouds.

                                        A noose hangs above me.

                                                      Inhale­.

                                               The air is crisp,
                                                tasting better than,
                                                any meal I've ever had.

                                                        Exh­ale.

                                                        I slip my head in,
                                                        the grip is tight,
                                                         like a cobra's grip.

                                                        Sl­owly losing consciousness.

Acrid scents permeate the air,
One to five is my time,
only one hour for fresh air,
insipid food on a plastic tray.

The sound of suffering reverberates,
  through the prison.

   So much time to think.

   I've ended a life over money,
   I miss my family,
   but I took him from his.

Drinking my blood,
                                 feasting upon my flesh,
                                draining me of who I am.

                                Stripped of all I'm worth,
                                 thrown away like trash,
                                 dried up like a old raisin.

                             I'm still looking for a drop of wine.

                             Still looking for a sense of self.