Small Existence
For those tortured souls
A bottle of gin,
To douse the flame
A bottle of pills,
To numb the pain
Each breath I take
Draws life from me
For heaven’s sake,
Set my soul free
If hell is a prison,
Then hell is Earth
Liquid crimson,
A lack of worth
So many fade
At sight of me
Never I made
A sight to see
A life to live,
False reverie
My life I give,
It’s only me
My courage thin,
My chamber full
Each night I sin,
But never pull
If it’s in my mind,
Why pray at all?
You soon may find
Blood on the wall
