Later That Night

Awake but not alive as I scrawl these words.

All that is left that I am a rotting walking corpse.

Enervate the machine that holds me down.

I can't handle defeat one more f**king time.

One more attempt to rectify the inclined angles in my life.

I made myself a prisoner in a pattern I despise.

I despise.

Point blank fire for all you've done.

There is hope in this bullet freedom in this gun.

I made myself a prisoner in this system I despise.

All that's left of me is a hollow stare and hope that slowly dies.

Retaliation.

Enervate the machine that holds me down retaliation on the structure that tore me down.

As this repulsion escalates

I start to realize that I have to get rid of these chains that bind me.

So this is my last attempt to rectify my life.

Get back to who I once was.

And break free.

I hope I don't live to see tomorrow if it's the same as today.

Again control has slipped out of my hands.

I can't live life this way