Lying in bed With a gun to my head I am slumberless Memories seep into fathoms of deep Disillusionment Pillow of red Futile thoughts never said It's all gone
Take it away This sadness And pain Heart grown cold Through tales of old
Funeral feast Bringing violent beasts To the parlor floor Fortune and fame Will not be quite the same It's an open door Nothing to give Nothing to get Make it stop
Did you hear her Pull the trigger Never knowing Blood was flowing Down, down, down, down
Poetry page Showing nothingness And rage Death is my home Where I shall roam