Loil P.I.
Loil P.I.
Rough draft (murderer series)
(Work in progress)
Broken down to a frown , I see myself as such a clown
All around is a sound familiar to times I left behind
Taking my pride at hear, & till the end, from the start, letting it slowly unwind
Below the lowest I feel, I find something real to grasp onto tightly
A word of hope among so many hanging from their own rope, nothing left so lightly
It's understandable so clearly to me, I'm left filled with fear
Among the crowds, I walk about as if alone, only with death ever so near
It's not much to hold, not much to care for
Leaving such a thought unfinished is if anything, enough, why need more...
I'm fine, the shells aren't loaded as the barrel clanks on my teeth
All the voices from all my current choices echo among the trigger beneath
It's sickening really, what must one do to change from the forgotten, or strange
To simply find those who thought no the same, by a different name, yet, filled with the exact type of knowing...shame...
It's not enough to make a difference worth while
So respond back, when I cut you...some slack...& give the warmest mask with a heart based smile...
Too much...too long...too many times, for stupid reasons, have I felt wrong...
Not worth the effort it takes to remove problems that walk among the blind
I do, all I can, & much more....jus out of control, in my own mind...
Fuck it...I'll do that as much as I can, until time, or one of them, puts me down, eternally making me quit...
I'm tired, of no glossy red to mention in my sleep
My hands from shaking before I'm waking I need to keep...
(Work in progress) (murderer series) (split personality)
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