countless nights, I walked down memory lane
driving myself insane, taking the pain
of the blade planted on my open chest
when she up and left with our nest out west
I lived to pray God take me by the hand
to my beloved kin in the promised land
many moons I yearned to feel my children's breath
as I’d walk through my own valley of death
I drank the nights away on the lane of pain
with free rein on stardust that kept me sane
soon, the white spice blossomed to a deadly vice
a small price to pay to forget and feel nice
the depression progressed, as my mind regressed
until the one night I did not forget
my head could not relive the days of old
I then had to **** that regret or fold
as the absence of my kids was ******
all I wanted was their mom to hurt her
so to calm the furious anger of mine
I swam in rivers of whiskey and wine
then, by design, I got behind the wheel
just to wrap my ford on a post of steel
five hundred horses up to bellflower
ninety miles an hour fueled by whiskey sour
the sorrows of angels that night snuffed the streetlights
driving blind, I couldn't make out the stop signs
death then whispered ‘time to fold’ and I was sold
as I felt the glow from the manifold
I could not dismiss promises of bliss
fall with a kiss into love’s black abyss
with intent, I then sped past a red light
and soon welcomed the open arms of the dark knight
with the clouds and thunder, silence sunder
torn asunder, home is now six feet under
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
countless nights, I walked down memory lane
driving myself insane, taking the pain
of the blade planted on my open chest
when she up and left with our nest out west
I lived to pray God take me by the hand
to my beloved kin in the promised land
many moons I yearned to feel my children's breath
as I’d walk through my own valley of death
I drank the nights away on the lane of pain
with free rein on stardust that kept me sane
soon, the white spice blossomed to a deadly vice
a small price to pay to forget and feel nice
the depression progressed, as my mind regressed
until the one night I did not forget
my head could not relive the days of old
I then had to **** that regret or fold
as the absence of my kids was ******
all I wanted was their mom to hurt her
so to calm the furious anger of mine
I swam in rivers of whiskey and wine
then, by design, I got behind the wheel
just to wrap my ford on a post of steel
five hundred horses up to bellflower
ninety miles an hour fueled by whiskey sour
the sorrows of angels that night snuffed the streetlights
driving blind, I couldn't make out the stop signs
death then whispered ‘time to fold’ and I was sold
as I felt the glow from the manifold
I could not dismiss promises of bliss
fall with a kiss into love’s black abyss
with intent, I then sped past a red light
and soon welcomed the open arms of the dark knight
with the clouds and thunder, silence sunder
torn asunder, home is now six feet under
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