you want to know
why he's depressed.
he made a shell distant from his sobriety
and lost touch with any sense of piety.
Tis' a pity, tis' a pity, he becomes
a poor fool, passes away prior to full potential
knows only money and *** to be essential,
and knows nothing on how to deal with the consequential.
fell in love too early
only to know it's too late.
no promises to rectify,
no vows to testify,
only his broken brain left to crucify.
a battered body broken down in battle
with the world around him
and the war within him.
love is thy kryptonite,
drugs are thy dynamite,
left to implode
in the world he created.
he lays in his head, he lies in his head,
he has died in his head,
and thus makes this death.
he lives in everyone's life,
knows not one of his own,
only knows the boundaries of his zone.
Tis' not one of comfort, only discomfort
this man is me.
this man is me.
see my red blood leak on the ledger,
my life flow away like a lost feather,
hang me loose on the tether.
to see sunrise again after tonight?
no please,
never.
