Hero turned Villain

Broken hearted it's my time to get out of here
Stuck in a trap but I won't last another year
Took my benefits cause government don't love me
left alone fighting hopeless, but at least deaths free

Label me insane but I hold good intentions
No love but I refrain from heartless decisions 
Traumatic flashbacks from past OIF missions
I write cause when a soldier speaks pain no one listens

Death is all that's around me their horrible visions
Escape with drugs cause I've tried all their prescriptions
Don't picture me now just remember me back then
And remember the story, of how a hero turned villain

Fate Blacksout

Left me lonely thinking they knew what I was bout
Tears fall on my lap as the needle draws out
I push in a plunger for another brownout
I wish for change but I'm injected with doubt

Was part of a family but they must have forgot
But I still remember all the lessons they taught
Even though I must sell drugs with no chance or way back
I smile knowing I was a hero in Iraq

They left me with medals and the spoils of war
Lonely without breath this soldiers on the floor
Pain and addiction, no options at my door
Saw success within my reach but not anymore

Keep it Moving

Entered this world to survive through violence
Love may kill but suicide shoots through silence
There so much pain hidden behind a smile
Wise words that retrieve me from actions seen hostile

Drugs nullify the nightmares but carry pain
Pray for sunshine but we get drenched in the rain
Lift your own head up and keep it moving
Learn from loss, no perfection just improvement

Prince of Poverty

From poetry to Pyrex I'm forever hopeless

lost in a lifestyle with less love and fake forgiveness

I'm from a place of visible poverty and the palm tree

You don't need to forgive just don't forget bout me

Remember I'm the little boy who grew to a soldier

Young and hungry but a criminal now that I'm older

Had my chances but reality killed my dreams

Left me the prince of poverty in a kingdom of fiends

Lost Minutes, Lost Perfection

Maybe I might have missed a miracle
Crimson criminal can't continue without a chemical
Heart held good intentions within all situations
Failure, yet existing exceeds my own expectations

Never held the hope of a promising tomorrow
But I burden the weight from yesterday's sorrow
All innocents was stolen when I was a child
Embezzled by evil, I tried to pedal but never filed

A needle paints my pain perfectly, dark and cloudy
Pistol injects a portrait of addiction, sudden and deadly
Fighting to survive without anytime to breathe
Has me questioning God, if I will ever be free

Truth be Told

If compassion kills, exceed a title of dangerous,

incur an ability to create confined chaos.

Paint visible beauty in a world so ugly,

 until the art of love becomes considered deadly.

 Self hatred saves nor shows any remorse, 

but project kindness to obtain positive distraction.

 Leave hatred behind to find a new course,

 before suicide turns crime of compassion.

 No honor present by persecuting others, 

 you will not appear within a finer vision.

 Discover personal development to work as lovers.

 Reach for understanding with logic and reason.

 Lives are lost when lovers lips tell lies 

Look inside of human hearts and begin to realize.

 Though it may appear that only a broken heart dies,

 Truth be told when love is lost, no one survives.

Rest In Freedom

Refuse to live a life controlled by another mans morals
Free of control but not free of emotional hurdles
Touch the trigger as bullet brings blood, anxiety rises as a body drops
Left Haunted by traumatic nightmares before the bleeding stops

I would rather rest in piece then decay in jail
Only god can judge me so fuck a jury of twelve
No tears when a bullet takes me out of this hell
No more hope, one empty gun and one empty shell

Short On Sanity

Stuck sitting short of success stopped by my own sabotage
A past some determine distinguished decays to a depressed montage
Victory holds no accolades when blood stains your conscious intellect
Explosions ended but the echos enter new nightmares never knowing neglect

Mangled memoirs describe you as bipolar while doctors disguise you with a post traumatic disorder
Essentially elementary solution, self prescribed suicide signed by a
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Troubled Treblinka

Content to be called the hope for the hopeless

Attempted to save face but just turned out to be faceless

Tried to be a voice but always resorted back to violence

Seems the anger inside was all that was noticed

 

Emotionally Bruised and beyond battered or beaten

Though I wished for death Ive only received depletion

Effort exposed as expired so I lay dead for a while

Can't hold on any longer I cant even hold on to a smile

 

Treblinka exterminated all the love I've ever known  

Treblinka torches angel wings until they tumble down

Sadistic thoughts consume my regrets as I'm racing for revenge

Dreams without love seem ignorant, so I'm climbing to decend

What's Left If Nothing's Right

Serve my fate within a dark dish of death

Profound recipe of pain plus poverty, peppered by crystals of meth

Preach optimism and integrate integrity

Lessons so sadly forgotten like the happiness that's no longer with me

A Tennessee teardrop leaves a lonely bloodstain then takes my last breath

As suicidal sadness sings a short song:

“Nothing is left right and nothing right is left"