Holy Homicide

Only sustain memories cause all my friends died,

shot bullets then drugs both label a bad guy.

Strain to hold back tears but  pain has arrived.

Since the good die young, I’ve managed to survive.

I should suicide myself and leave on my own terms.

But I never did like the way a razor blade burns.

Soldiers die lonely don’t mistake pain with pride,  

Point the needle in my arm and inject my holy homicide.

Comfortably Numb

Reminiscing on the past has me wishing for a restart.

Tweaking tales of a lost love that separated a man apart.

The dos and dont's of a twisted street life that broke a home,

To a family so selfish and drugged up they left a soldier all alone.

Left behind so compassion is a word I no longer comprehend,

Cursed with a blessing but I betrayed myself like a needle full of heroine.

No stress when the needle touches skin, just a thought that I'll never do this again,

I've become comfortably numb or maybe I'm just comfortable, injecting my poison.