~Third Degree~

Sitting here

  Drinking alone

    Should be out but

       Fuck! I’m at home

        Been feeling ugly

          Sick and used

             Definitely reckless

               Going on a

                 Short fuse

                    Got caught

                      Off guard

                        My dumb ass

                     Mind blown

                  Turn in my

              Human card

          Become a clone

        Or I’ll become 

     A fuckin Zombie

  Or better yet

   Slit my wrists

So after you take

   Everything else

    I’ll still have

      Something to give

        Bleed me dry

           Within your

              Twisted cry

            Feels like I only

          Vaguely exist

           Take away my

             Will to live

                Take for granted

             All that I give

           Burn my skin

        Third degree

          Strike me down

            So I cannot plea

              Keep me low

           So I cannot comply

             Remain consistent

              Each time you lie

                Allow me to suffer

             For your sins

          Let me see life

      And where it

                   All ends

                     Give me a

       6 foot blanket

                          Of dirt

              So you’re not

        Obligated to overexert

           Or even

              Wrinkle your skirt

Strike

    Down

          My

             Misery

                Oh sweet

         Dealer of

Blaspheme

Daniel

         Jacob

Dabney

And My Fucked Up Mind