My very last thoughts!

Suicide by the bottle!

And Wen in a pool of liquor,myself I find

I see a sea of broken hearts like mine

Hopelessly hoping and Waiting on the wine

To make those moments of pain lost in time

Wat yu love most will prove yur greatest huddle

Wen the tarred roads shall throw thier puddles

I shall struggle for a balance against the rubbles

So the world may think I own self and my troubles

Strip clubs, thier women and thier tall models

Wont empty my pain,as will the several bottles

The irony at dawn is my misery follows not my urine

I feel whateva pain I should feel as it was from within

And so Blame not men of my ilk and kind

Our sorrow is reason for been so ill at mind

Never has it been said,or made a crime

That to our pains we should pay no mind

I wonder,how I still breath at that pace

My feet denies my gait of its steady grace

And my eyes,no longer defines my walking lane

Life is a vanity,I think to lay on rails of train

My insanity still won’t throw me over the pane

But It ends today,However sane i may remain

Off the highest platform i splatter on unyielding platters

Head first to unviel my last thoughts and grey matters

I couldn't wait for my assigned last breath

Unlike my urine,my misery follows such death.

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