Terror and Life

The sun comes up,

If I’ve gone to sleep,

Then I wake up in panic,

Where the fuck am I,

Who am I,

Where’s my exits,

Where’s my weapon,

Everyday I ponder a simpler life,

Less full of mental issues and strife,

I wonder what could’ve been,

The relationships and women leaving,

The drug use and alcohol abuse wreaking,

Numb is all I know,

In my destroyed and ruined relationships it shows,

But I don’t ponder too long,

No one could’ve known that living suffering went this low,

But I never took the largest blow,

They say death comes in threes and I’m inclined to agree,

The names forever branded and always will be,

Die not in vain but forever with me,

Live I will for you and for me.