PSME part III

[Vale]

The third instalment. A bit more shallow than part II but it's about someone I lost, so it is meaningful to me. Enjoy.


why were, you sick
one too many cancer sticks
-- you start with nothing
but now your getting high
-- move up, to grass,
most time just seems to pass
-- begin to fail class and you dont realy care
-- upgrade,
to crack,
get stabed in the back
-- a bloody needle and someone's gona die
-- now your,
life sucks,
but you dont give a fuck
-- you got friends who also hit that up
-- a week,
one dies,
no one cares to cry
-- you run over and take her fucking stash
-- shoot up,
all night,
find yourself in a fight
-- you always thought thought that no one could touch you then
-- wake up,
in mud,
hands covered in blood
-- you cant tell if its yours or his
-- then you,
pass out,
subconscience has no doubt
-- your time has now run out and you die alone
-- you knew,
thought that,
die at the end of a bat
-- they left you for dead but thats all the same
-- your found,
out there,
thought no one would care
-- if only you could be alive to see your fathers face
-- never,
let on,
but now that you are gone
-- all he can think about how much he could of said
-- when he,
was proud,
the drugs were too loud
-- he found out that it wasnt all the same.

Alright, there it is. Bring them be thorns or roses.