Slowly my life drips
away
A stolen thought for
another day
It gets colder soon
and I begin to fade
But this is not the
choice I’ve made.
I lived my life on a
mountain dream
A cool warm glade and
a lighthouse gleam
But this never
happens, It's never right
I never have seen
that lighthouse light
The Shadows are
deepening, though I’ve never been good
I’ve never been holy
or right like I should
But this isn't right,
Not right in the head
It shouldn't be me,
Not me who is dead
I'm not the first, to
die by this gun
This man has killed
before, and thought it was fun
He didn't touch my
money, or need it for bail
They let him go,
Right out of jail.
For Me....Bleeding