Have you ever felt away with such pain,
That it bellowed within,
Echoing hollow,
You feel yourself slowly letting go,
Giving into the temptation,
Its easy to give up,
Its easy to throw it all,
But have you ever fought a pointless fight,
Knowing how it would end,
But still screaming and crying,
Thrashing round wildly,
Hoping to change the outcomes,
Where death lingers,
Fear is irrelevant,
Hopelessly decaying in the face of time,
Where Two hands struck nine,
The time would be remembered,
The day immortalized,
Scarred like the tissue where the steel had pierced my flesh,
Forever a part of my mortal dying soul,
Doused in the tyranny of disdain,
I swagger from the bottom of one bottle to the next,
As memories begin to fade,
I realize i am forgetting all the wrong things,
All the wrong people begin to vanish,
Soon i am left with nothing but my regrets,
Wallowing alone,
Drunk,
High,
Callus old soul,
Lingering till death comes to greet me once more,
Like an old friend,
Lost and found,
Death will come again, DEATH WILL COME. . . .
. . . . . . I hope. . . . . .