Last Stop On The H-Train
As I sit by the cliff of Redemption,
Look past the shadow of death.
I hear a breath of wisdom,
but I’m buried up to my neck.
I try to climb out,
but my arms are so heavy by my side.
It feels like I’m drowning,
every time I want to get high.
As I watch another sunrise,
I’m blinded by the lies.
A scarlet moon looks down on me,
as my soul drifts out with the tide.
With my gun in my pocket,
veins screaming to come alive,
I swear this is the last time,
the last time I will get high.
I slowly pull back the trigger.
I feel the elastic tie.
I felt a moment of peace,
just a moment,
before I died.

…..VS23