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Crying out at night
When I cry out at night
Does anyone really hear?
Man it won't be too long
Until this piece dissapears
Into thin air, in the end who cares
Staring into nothing
Nothing looks back at me
Abyss is looking a lot like me these days
A mirror I avoid
Daytime is just quick nut
Midnight waits for me
To suck me into it's void
God is calling me
Vices calling me
God is calling me
My demons are calling me
Hurry and go to sleep
Another melatonin deep
Sometimes Idle time
Is my enemy
I don't like that person I meet
As soon as the sun goes down
It rears it's ugly head
Creeps
Seeps
Into my mind
I tell you this mafucker
aint to hard to find
Just be without a woman
Best believe
They set aside time
To show how fucked up things
Are when you're all alone
The how good things was movie
Every night yes I'm constantly shown
Now I see why people keep an ace in a hole
Guess it's better to be warm and empty
Then empty and cold
One drug feeds another
So I won't bleed I bleed another
lose a lover use a lover
Fuck me Fuck another
Suck me Suck another
Happiness is a paradox
Stuck up in this detox
Every time the night falls
Seems like my progress just dies
If I could shoot up a new flame
Right now I would stay in that false
High
Beats sitting in this battle
Riding all of these with no saddle
Visiting another state ain't changing nothing
Can care less about Seattle's
This will be waiting when I get my black ass back
Your longing will be right here
So hurry your ass back
It would be so easy to use up someone else's life
So I wouldn't have to pay this loneliness price
Guess i'm a martyr of the hurt woman
I am the sacrifice
I take on these frigid nights
So you don't have to be victim of the cycle
The damaged mans plight
Be rhyming like a mafucker
He's a spitter like a mafucker
Dropping heat like a mafucker
But he weak then a mafucker
...trying to be strong like a like a
When I have to write stuff this
I don't want to write no more
Walt just wants a love
I'm just Poet of Pains whore
Spilling my words freely like a literary trick
You'll either give me a high five
Or you won't give a shit
When I have to write like this
I don't even want to write no more
This rhyme is an infected soar
An Std that's sexin raw
and plagueing you all
If you have someone to hold at night
Hold em them tight my friend
If your life is going good
Just let this piece blow in the wind.
Poet of Pain
