from these words
he pens the truth
of a sad young boy
and a lonely youth
many days he would
find his thoughts alone
miles away from you
without a phone
but who to call
for such a lonely young boy
one so small
so every day he found a new way
to wash away the pains
and if you see him here tomorrow
he'll be drinking them away again
no it's not beer
but just fermented tears
he never learned to cry
pull the trigger
now its time to die
....once again




writings from the tombs.....



and to his son
he left nothing
for there was nothing
left to give
just the love he
had inside of him
and a willingness to live
but pull the trigger
now its done
no more father
...just a lonely son..


and the masses came from
everywhere to do for him
in death what they wouldn't do
for him in life
pay him their respect....


but it didn't matter

So sad


But very heartfelt.

Great write.

very intense and moving

great write.....