Drinking rum to drown the pain
Wondering if you are still sane
Silently whispering that name
You do not feel the darkness anymore
For it has seeped into your every pore
The silence is no longer haunting
Filled by your insistent chanting
The rest of the world stops to matter
Even death won't make it better
This rancid itch is here to stay
Itching a bit more than yesterday
You pick the scab to make it bleed
Some more pain is what you need
Who the fuck really needs to heal?
When the pain can make you feel...human again.
-----Now, if that got too sad and depressing, here is the kicker, in the balls----
I think we need more monkeys in these rhymes
People don't like to read pain and anger all the time
Maybe we can start with other animals too
Someone just like me or you.