The moments that we share they do not last.
You always leave me in the dark.
When you said good bye I never thought it was forever.

Now I sit here writing away the pages.
Wondering how can things get worse?
Is there ever bin a place for me in this world.

The days never really do come to me.
They just hide.
The streets are cold the people on it are just hollow.

How can a man breath when there isn’t a man inside of him.
The soul rots away inside of the shell.
People can start to smell the stench.

Now I can never see a day where I don’t think about the dark ends in life.
The gun is always near.
But never close to the mind.

Is this all a dream or am I truly stuck in hell.