Drunk on life
I’ve stumbled, plenty a times whilst sober
A straight line, I once walked
With shackles around my feet
My cheeks hurt
And my eyes begin to water
Drunk on life
Laughing until I weep

Living in a world that snobs
Is as painful as scorpion's sting
As I make random motions
I see more booings
Greeted with bruises
No **** not even an harry
Sees how I weep in isolation
But all shall cling to me in limelight

If I cannot weep
I will not sleep
If I cannot feel
I will not heal

Today,
a cloud has weeped for me,
she poured her tears upon my
face and washed my wounds

People call the
sky’s tears as rain,
but my tears are salty
and dripping with pain

Some may try to find what they seek,
Never gained so they weep,
Tears of sorrow,
Tears of joy they weep,
Never to find the mystery,
And when they die,
They still cannot find the mystery,
Never looking with there eyes,
They continue to weep.

There is such
loneliness in
my heart, and
it consumes me
each deathly night

Weeping I laid
and waited for
the tears to dry,
but they remained
on my face like
a wound that
won’t seem to heal

Death will arrive tonight.
To claim the broken body that lays still.
Death will travel through the streets.
And when it reaches the door, it’ll gently knock.

Death will glance in the tub,
And see it’s reflection in between the blood streams.
And perhaps, death will slip on the blood that once flowed from the body’s wrist to the hardwood floor.
And perhaps, death will cradle the body as it weeps for all the strong ones that came before.