To a shadow that creates light
I can not accept this gift of knives
For I have become so dark
So I ask you paint in the lark
I have given you the basic tools
You can create light from a dark fool
Always give that back to most
Even those who have become ghosts
Unless one keeps on attacking
I pay no mind, start packing
I am done and tired of most
Serious thoughts flat lines and ghosts
See my family and friends forgotten
So, so now memory rotten
Filled in with new horrors an pain
Wishes and feelings roam free in my brain
So as I trot down this ally alone
I say goodbye to some that I've known
Streets become, lanes begotten
Memory fades, heart became rotten
Take care of the road your on
Could wrap this up say fairwell I'm gone
As much as I have, I have nothing but song
Grateful no, more like blessed
Now, 6ft seems like the best
Walk, talk, sing the blues
Why not a better memory we all have to choose
Attack a heart of unselfish intent
Is the reason I became so hell bent
Now with all of this being said
Paint more light for in me it's dead
Putting on a smile, a pretty act buy not a show
It's in my heart that pains the most
Both physical and emotional blows
Too much I feel, has surely taken place
For I have only one prayer, I've had more then just a taste
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PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
