i met a girl who was sweet as can be
was innocent enough till the age of three
after that, nothing was ever the same
she was just another player in this miserable game
i've known this kid for about two years
he had a way with drinking his beers
well one night he got in a nasty brawl
his entrails are thrown all over the hall
and my roommate has lived with me for over a week
he lives in a lie and it's meth that he seeks
well i caught him one day with my woman in bed
i gave him two shots and put three in her head
as i left my home i was stricken with grief
when this whole time i should have felt relief
i'm no better then those i have shunned
i have killed my morals with the sound of a gun
with no one to go to, and nothing to go by
i walked the earth until the day i died
and the lessons that life has taught to me
is that nothing is easy, or lucky, or free
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I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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