I got horns growing out of my temples
Think I'm a demon or at-least I'm just evil
Something inside me feeling suicidal
Cut off my horns with a cocked Back pistol
Wow Luke's so gentle
Might have him over we can just cuddle
You will never know my struggle
Grasping at the fingers of a man I don't know
He's got me in a fucking choke hold
Drown these thoughts in the bottom of a bottle
Suck these nightmares up my nostrils
I see blood man I'm so sinful
Run and jump right off the Eiffel
Towers fallen all around
Watch this city hit the ground
I died for my own sins
Where was your religion
Jesus nail me to the cross
Cut my chest display me open
Heart on my sleeve
These Blood covered jeans
Strip me down you haunt my dreams
Grab my waist and burst my seams
Grab my throat make me breathless
Drive with my eyes closed feeling reckless
Might turn the wheel and just wreck this
Hope my insurance covers acts of depression
Tiny demons kick my shins in
Sell my kidneys leave me bleeding
Rip my heart out watch it beating
Side effect of the society we Live in
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
