Tuesday, January 10, 2012




ROAM

Sitting here, gun in hand
No second thought to life
Can’t pay the bills, can’t feed the kids
And now death has claimed my wife

Mortgage due, collection time
All these numbers keep adding up
Infants crying, work loads piling
Seems like all I earn is never enough

Drinking only suppresses the pain
But it never leaves your side
When the only place you feel safe
Is in the corners of your mind

Pulled the trigger, one last breath
Now hell has become my home
Secluded darkness, eternal despair
Now forever alone I roam


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