Concrete profits speak their words,

Too bad no one ever has heard but the birds.

Living in a jungle made of unbound souls,

Who do I ask that really knows?

What if you could look into the eyes of god?

Would he even bother to look back or turn?

My religion is lost in the waves of my dark waters,

It’s hard to believe when there is nothing to reap.

My wife is insane and it seems I have lost half,

Of my brain as the rain falls but does not wash away,

All the sins I have committed in my younger days.

How many days will I live in the arms of sin,

Not knowing how many more days I can take!

Life today is like a rainbow at midnight there,

Is no chance no reason to even take a glance..

Depression rides high on the head seeping deep,

Down into the hole where that I bleed out my soul.

Forever is never or at least too long to wonder around,

And wish life was a different kind of song.

So say a prayer for me as you read my words,

And hopefully one of the gods will hear your.

Inkmaster