They say "it's not good to always talk about the bad times"
But, I'm a miserable poet, which can be read in between the lines
But, I'm an angry poet, can't you tell from my broken mind
I have only one plan to fix this tainted mess
To find love somewhere in my life's wreck
Yes, my life is ship wrecked by women and their charms
Yes, I hold no respect for life until I'm held in her open arms
They say "nice guys finish last" and I totally agree
They say "God loves his children" but I don't think that includes me
My skin breathes in a shallow hollow breath
And my whole life has seemed to be full of broken asparations that I can't accept
And my whole life has seemed to be full of broken regrets that I never could expect
In every experience I've played for keeps
So, in every one of my experiences I've lost a part of me
I think that you as my reader can agree with me
I wonder does God punish my mind to suffer from Lucifer's firey pestilience
And I think it's the resilence that has kept me surviving in the abyss
It's a myth to me that love is the ability to set me free
I only make gambles to end up with debt collecters taking pieces of me
And I know it's easy to see that I haven't been relieved since she has kept my self-esteem
My heart is full of broken ashes that has my life feeling harsh
So, I'll complain today and tomorrow until this pain stops tearing my sanity apart
Her vainity vibrates against all of my body parts
Her rejection makes my heart long for a moment where it's not alone in the dark
And her back is the last thing I remember when she departs