Behind each painting,
Lies an echo of pain...
From this dream I awake
Is it time for me to partake...
I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...
Once more, left desiring
The only thing...
I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...
I lay upon this grassy mound
To talk...
Where there is death
there is death...
They say it gets easier
the more time goes on...
I always feel that life is a jail
And only God will give me bail...
I am to where Death resembles Heaven,
I can no longer take anymore...
I cried until I dried up
Turned to dust...
My life has stopped because of you
Bills have not been paid...