Forget For

No opportunity, only cops knock at my door.

I don't drop names only bodies, my life is war.

Ignored and betrayed from peoples past pain that I currently pay for.

To earn to be homeless, if not broken, at minimal forgotten,

When war hit home, Don't forget who you cried out for.

Remember Me With The Fallen

Handwritten note that said I hurt her feelings
No apology I'll lose with or without the proceedings
All I know is pipes, pistols and pain
All that's remnant, my darkness is injecting into my vein

Close my eyes and try to remember what life is like
but pain impedes thoughts leaving me alone under moonlight
Used to be something like a hero but times changed
Now my value below zero, with feelings lonely and estranged

I almost remember what it's like to be loved
Even though my mind can't even fathom how to smile
Her laugh shows me heaven or something indicative of
But is quickly replaced by anxiety for my next trial

They say suicide is similar to selfish or cowardly
But pain is powerful and I don't get paid hourly
I know what its like to be a ghost, I live life forgotten
War converts life to trauma so bury me with my brothers
And remember me with the fallen

Lease a Life

Present nightmares paint me a dark reality.
Memories write my book drowning me within agony.
God hates me exposes a pathetic fallacy,
Still breathing with no love, so I see me as dead practically.

Suicide or sinister actions that killed me sadly,
Or maybe the moment I woke up an notice her unhappy.
I would kill anyone who stole her smile so I'll have to attack me.
Betrayed and remembered as a turncoat but time heals all tragedy.

I lost a life and a future since selling my soul to a syringe.
Stop while you're ahead but I have long since surpassed a binge.
Times running out so I'll wait for hell to answer for my sins.
Lease a life to a lost artist when one story ends another begins.

Alive and Ambitious

From Mama's nursery rhymes to selfish syringes,
Failure is failure even if winning was within inches.
Talent turns talk without success before life finishes,
Weakened but not beaten, still breathing, alive and ambitious.

Remembrance Within The Shadows

Handed no options but I chose to survive,

while all my peers only sat back and judged me.

Maintained some innocence through my mothers eyes,

since these hypocrites ain't ever seen hungry.

They observe me struggle, so they view me as less,

but I continue to overcome all opposition.

Poverty preached pain as I remembered my regrets,

within the shadows and darkness of the unforgiven.

Presents of Hell

The clock strikes twelve
All alone I sit and dwell
Set the pipe on the shelf
And enjoy my personal hell

Permeant problems in temporary places
Hear one mouth but I see two faces
One light, one dark, both racist
One man, one heart, multiple cases

Good intentions but failed promises
Broken home with no college kids
All addicts but different stages
Ask for help but no acknowledges

Life Ain't Always Beautiful

Lost in a lifestyle viewed not far from losing

Maintain morals in a game already confusing 

Hustle or hungry my only type of way

Countless hours spent waiting to  see a brighter day

God won't save me so I take no time to pray 

He sent me an angel but the drugs stole her away

Call me criminal don't matter anyway

Heart holds no guilt I just can't  see any other way

So just lay me down I've lost by a landslide 

Life ain't always beautiful but its a beautiful ride

Still American

When I was young life was so wonderful 

To hell and back yet I still feel short of respectable

Criminal charges replace any future seen successful 

Im wearing a warrant so my freedom I feel is doubtful 

Stand me in front of the judge but I did no wrong

Made my own choices but I did no others harm

Where are the benefits of this so called freedom

I fought in the war but have yet to see them

Army of Two

Time wasted away as reality passed me by

My body aches while in my mind I wait to die

You can no longer see tears fall from a dead mans eyes 

My heart has no disguise you give me death when you give me lies

Her broken features taught from crystal creatures

Dated a Dope dealer but more of Pyrex Preacher 

Two lovers lost in life manipulated by outside evil

You will see no nirvana just Kurt and Courtney the sequel 

She might love me but she says I did her wrong

 It's hard to stay strong as an addict lost and lovelorn

Though my watch hands tick my sense of time is withdrawn

I want to escape but I fear I'm already gone 

She preaches a good sermon but I see no changes

Her words spoken as a lover but acts like we distant strangers

Though we may both be guilty she's forever my partner

And as long as she with me I know ain't no one can top her

We are viewed nothing too short of dysfunctional 

Maybe Share some addictions and overly emotional 

Our love maybe twisted and easy to misconstrue 

But together it's ride or die within an army of two

Razor Blade Roses

Broken glass sitting scattered by the night light 

Another day absent a dollar with another useless fight

Blood trickles down my arm from the bruised injection site

Con-fluently her tears run down to her lips fixed on the pipe

So many lies I question if I know who she is anymore

My hearts still shattered much like a pizzo when it hits the floor

I'm so strung out I cant determine whats real now or before

All I know is hell and the painful emotions that I still can't ignore

It's a razor blade romance when she plays games with my emotions

Though I remained faithful, her eyes saw no devotions

I love her to Pluto and back I'd swim across oceans 

Fiction, fairy tale, or fate? love realizes no restrictions