as he sits night after all alone , with tv dinners

drinking rut gut beer, he feels isolated.

He sits in a room with 4 walls, he trys to interpret

his dreams , they are dark and full of violence.

So he gets his jug and starts a pulling. resentment

sits in he feeling sorry for himself of all the mistakes

he has made. He knows suicide the only way out,

he hates myself and everyone else.

He trys not to think of the innocent victims he

will leave behind the note he left only says

Have you ever dreamed of sleeping in a coffin?

good bye



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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