The "I" Word
I
want
I
hurt
I
Scream
Out of mind
Breaking ground
losing mind to hurtful afflictions
Hating whats inside for what it is
The "I" word is a deadly sin
Don't look out for anyone
Pain is wrought upon the generous
Sorrow is worth a single light
Going at breakneck to nowhere
Heartbreak is a given and so is the blood
bleeding desperately for a change of pace
Watch out for the switch up and don't forget
Wreck havoc on the living then join the dead
Drink bleach, die in a hole
sorrow just the same,
Can't compete with hurtful truth
I wish i could be
Gratefully Dead again.
Eyes bloodshot hoping for a one shot for life.
Pass by continuation.
Filled in the holes with the smokey nativism
The end is not nearly close enough
The "I" word is such a nasty thing