Corruption in its harshest, that's how I live this life. Cowering in the shadows, appearing only at night. Plagued by a sickness, nobody can explain. Why do I seek this shit, why do I enjoy the pain. Pushing a rusted blade through my abdomine. I live only for this, I live for the sin. Hatred got the best of me, love is but a test. For I have never felt it... That beating in my chest. Creeping up on me, for death I flagurantly wait. Why am I like this, is it just fate? I was destined to die, a horrible death? Was I to die, with a self-inflicted hole in my chest? Am I that fucked up? Past the point of help? Should I just end it? Jump into the pits of hell? Say hello to Satan? Wish him a pleasant day? And have him torture me, for the shit that I say. Or should I stick it out, this life I live. Living in the darkness, giving all I can give. Showing the world, why the system's fucked up. Show the world no mercy, as I drink from the cup. The cup of life, In which I posess. It will keep me here longer, and for this I protest. Blood in, blood out, I heard that before. But you never think about it, until it's your blood on the floor. Watching the blood seep out, of the body I so abused. Then end up alive the next day, feeling cheated and used. Death will be the outcome, in which I want to see. Forgive me Father, I'm too full of greed. I'll suck up your air, pollute it with my lungs. Then carve into my chest, and pull out my guns. Load them all up, pump the twelve I admire so much. Place it to my head, I just don't give a fuck. My live was over, many years ago. My soul left crying, along with a bruised ego. That's why I feel this way, it wasn't me the whole time. So I don't want to die such a messy death... So instead I'll use the nine. Eleven round to do it, Balls to the wall on this one. Automatic hammer, An excellent gun. Good enough to do the job. I wanted it to do. I pulled the trigger quickly, and suddenly...I'm through.
Reason for writing:
A bad relationship, a little beer, and a decent Mobster flick
Birth sign: Scorpio
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