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Six Feet Under A Line of Coke
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The Influence I am trying to grasp
the recent news
that a friend of mine
passed from the concoction
of percocet and booze.
he took his life
from what, why?
was it conscious of was it
an illogical decision
I am scared to death.
I have been there before.
I am 10 names deep in a book
of shadows and memories I once knew
a brand new addition to absent thoughts
and over thinking the nightmares are sure to come back again.
tonight I will relive my fate and his just like all the others before
am I just destined to fall victim to the same shit
cold brittle and broken until we just quit
I have been doing great and feeling lucky
then I realize death is forever at my door
fighting myself and the reaper
from trouble on my mind
to running blind
I am absent minded
no emotion comes to mind
it could of been me.
thats all I can think
repeating. like history
time and time again
I cant break the cycle
just try to dodge it
what a terrible fate
when spontaneously you are no longer here
out cold buried tomorrow
six feet under frozen snow
feeling my cold feet
after I already followed through with tragedy.
this is what I fear.
Its why I am afraid of disappearing
for the love of god
why are these situations
keep springing up
I just want to block it out
and forget i was in the same place
and somehow overcame it for now.
powerful and striking,
powerful and striking, awesome form, kinda long but not ranty. i absolutely loved reading this. great work
Life is not easy..
Life is a challenge.
Hardships.
Trust.
Lies.
Love.
Hate.
Emotions all coiled into one.
Watching the dead living.
Walking aimlessly.
No head attached onto shoulders.
Constantly spinning.
This world.
Life passes..
Hands seek guidance..
When we reach out to the ones we love rather we were on time,
or not..
At least we could say in the end we tried,
and did our best to understand,
and help the ones who needed it.
I can say I was listening,
and I know a little of what you are going through..
Toxins that control the mind,
and turn people into creatures on who we do not recognize..
Life becomes not easy when we have to watch them go through the change.
Doing the only thing that we can,
and that is staying by their side until they come to the realization of what story they are leading.
Will they make it to the end,
or still be stuck in the beginning?
I'm sorry for your loss,
and I hope somewhere down the road Your Life becomes brighter.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo