I’m holding your hand and taking at look at...
In black and white. I got my hands tied up and...

I feel so ill with myself,
I feel I’ve done wrong...

I was wrong to dream,
I was wrong to even hold a thought in my head...

So in that game you do, hold a player’s...
A black wooden counter that bangs down with the...

You believe that a drug can cure you,
You believe that a knife can impale only skin...

My time is running out,
My life is seeing a picture...

In the making of a scene so wrong, a vivid...
Hands that are hidden within the walls of...

Alcoholic, diabetic to the salt on my lips
The snow infect my every vein, a dark complex...

See it in your eyes,
What lay’s at the end of this road...

*This poem is for Will, a mate of mine that got...
So they real think were low...

Hatred it all I really feel.
Pain inside my inner shell...

I use a blade to scratch an itch,
An itch that I simply cannot reach...