Hate and rage!

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The pain grips my chest tight like a vice
My soul cries for mercy let the bitch twist the knife

Here I am alone again
With smoke and booze my as only friend

I pray for the black out to hold me close
I raise my glass to oblivion in toast

So I’ll forget to how walk talk and shave
Crawl into a chemical hole with no need to bath

With pot smoke in my eyes no one knows if I cry
More than twice bitten no wonder I’m shy

Let my mind float away on a cocktail haze
Muddled by weed I’m lost in the maze

The poisons in my body I don’t to feel the pain
The pukes from the booze so I’m feeling no shame

I walk and I stumble my knees giving way
It’s just the drugs I hear to you say

Then this dude is a monster as I crush the next beer
I’ll let the drink do the talking and not all the fear

That I’ll die alone with no one at my side
Under the shit that I’m taking is where it will hide

So let it rain let it pour I offer my hart never more
With out you or the drugs I guess I’m a bore

Used and abused like a rag fit for the trash
So I will raise my joint to my lips and just drop the ash

The beer that I spilt was not a mistake
It’s the only honor I can give my heartache

Just pass the bottle and light up the bowl
Pour that shit in and let’s fill the hole

Now I’m drunk as a skunk and high as a kite
I’m fucked up ‘s my defense now I don’t have to fight

Where is the love that comes with a life lived right?
I see it floating by always just out of site

It’s true that no good deed goes unpunished
My life’s all I need proof has been furnished

Is it my own fault that I that I’m feeling so used?
I offered my hart and again it’s bruised

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WindChymeWindChymeabout 20 years ago
Check more carefully

I have a hard telling if you intend some of the liberties-- poetic license, if you will-- that you take. Your work is nice, but tighten it up.

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