The Aftermath.

Rocking is in my blood and I’m bleeding, Gun, gore, shame, my soul’s feeding. Down and out, roll out of bed, I shout, Aaaah I can’t take it anymore. Love and hate, pity and death, I loathe the make of this sorrowful set, Pain and pain and pain some more, Help me, hit me, yank the hell outta me. I don’t care and I don’t live, I carry each day as a sympathy gift. I don’t need you, don’t need another whore, Screaming of death, i scream some more. Aaah hate, aaah death, Now or never, save me the fret. Breathing on me like a savage beast, Howling and scowling, smoking some heat. Ready to run, escape defeat. It’s churning my soul into mournful bits, I speak, I cry, I break and I lie, Each day in this score, My emotions dry. Tears don’t seem to find their way, They've lost their own, they’ve lost their say. I pray, bring forth ‘one’ new day, When I don’t think, just don’t think, I pray!

 

 -ME!