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

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell