As I awoke to the sun outside
The heavens dried without hope in the sky
I reflect on the sunlight that burns my blind eyes
Kissing my children goodbye
Since the devine clarity is clearly unobtainable
And the memorable moments have all gone and disappeared
I light my cigarette to blacken the tar in my beaten lungs
It calms my nerves
I used but only 8 of my 9 lives
What can possibly cure me??
I question myself
For i alone am my own judge am jury
With one foot already in the grave
I let my suppressed emotions unleashed on an empty page
So as i wait to prove the truth of the after life
Weather it be complete and utter darkness or the beauty of the everlasting light
I want a simple and peaceful death