bloody hands
wrapped around what i thought
was the future
dreams/love/forever
it was only another fantasy
turned into a slit wrist night
of loneliness
heartbreak
the tragedy of balcony alcohol
too much time on my hands
the stars rekindling old dreams
of her eyes
whispering into my soul
the back alley screams of passion
recollecting scenes of lust from my past
cars drive by
the neon lights blitz my head
i want to jump
drive a stake through this heart
see if i can fly
show the world what murder really is
but i succumb to fear
dreams of someone else
some fucked up thought that
everything happens for a reason
i'll grow from this
soon i'll be inward
withdrawn
drinking uncontrollably
smoking three packs a day
watching old films of bogart
polishing my guns
peeking through the window
hoping to see the sun
women
laughter of children
only to see death
paranoia
hypodermic needles
marching through the streets
of los angeles
the roaches break through the wall
of my existence
they crawl on my skin
have sex
eat/drink
get into long conversations
about the national debt
i can feel them killing me
nibbling at this tattered skin
soon i'm nothing but
old bones
broken dreams
a burning cigarette resting
at the base of my soul
i wonder who'll bring
the gasoline