AARRHH

Its been so long sence I wrote a poem,
All these things that made me feel at home,
I got writers block and my hands cramping,
My whole life needs some revamping,
I cant look at myself anymore,
Gun smoke lying on the cold floor,
Red mist in rings around the air,
In this economy you cant afford to care,
I commited suicide for the last time,
I killed the man who was so vile,
All of Gods creations I did defile,
I prick a jerk and liar,
I was so close to Satans fire,
Sitting at a table just taking my fill,
Acting human was skill,
Pretending to be normal like everyone else,
Along the way I think I done lost myself,
Love was a lost art,
Lied to her to, I was feeling smart,
It all blew up in the end,
I walked away with nothing,
Not even a friend.