Hell
I have walked the ravaged roads of desire
The world has brought me to a place of fire
I was tortured and picked
I was given into resentment
I was a child in your eyes
In mine I was only the hell that got burnt alive
50 years of total suffering
You could not afford a sandwich or nothing
You thought my addiction to booze
Was my only crutch to hang to while my sores oozed
I was a man
I was one who lost many
My wife died to cancer
My child died sexually to many
I tried to fight
THe fight that was good
You told me you were not in the mood
I was a man burning in hell
Couldnt keep a job because I fell
DIsability tore me to plenty
I grabbed a pill to comfort my worries
I knew I was lost and you wouldnt help
This country has cost more than it helped
Reach out to the poor this is my final toast
I grabbed a knife and just slit my throat
Sometimes those are hard to write. I have a couple bums by my house and that is what i saw in them one day. Yes graphic but then again what are they thinking? I dont think they are thinking about homecoming and I sure dont think they are thinking about their daughters wedding.
Well anyways I am sorry for the graphic you saw in it that is not the way I write usually but maybe give a bum a nickel he might just be hungry.
Chronykle
