A noose tide tight
In a room with no light
I wear my suit of dress blues
Already shined my shoes
Its who I am, it’s how I lived
It’s how I’ll die, and I really am
My mind is so faded I cant tell time
This is the end of the line
Take a step off the bed
Or fill my self with lead
It doesn’t make a difference
as long as I’m dead
Unless someone has a reason why
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hold off troop … lets talk this evening. I’d talk right now but if I don’t go to work my boss will get pissy
… and the reason – is because with each day we can literally choose how we want to experience it – we can reject the sucky shit in favor of fun and happiness – the past is done and gone, it no longer matters and bears no relevance to our present and future.
gi dawg
I’m not a troop sadly I know what I said but I’m 16 I’ll be one in 2 years if I make it