These eyes have cried a hundred seas.
Each heartbeat more faded.
Small hope in the Catholic creed.
Joy is replaced w/ self hatred.
Legs tired of running,
From the problematic past.
Denying the absolute truth.
Not another minute can I last.
I'm bound w/in my own cell.
Killing myself from the inside.
Raging like sadistic savage.
My whole life a f**cked up lie.
My body is decaying.
Soon it'll all be gone.
I see little use in praying.
No more strength to be strong.
Everyday of this lost cause life is the same.
For this, I have only myself to blame.
Struggle for whats positive but its too useless.
Find me dead writing a pathetic poem on this wooden desk.
