Wrong Turn

You Can't Leave Me,

I Need You,

A Coward Dies A 1000 Deaths,

But A Person With The Will Of Something Dies Once,

My Will Is To Get You,

And Only You,

It Has Always Been About You,

Your Everything To Me,

Your A Drug That Tends To My Soul,

I Don't Want To Be Like This,

Ive Been Crying And Crying,

This Is My Desolate Woe,

I Sit In My Room Most Of The Night And Cry,

Sometimes Pull Out The Whisky And Drink To Sleep,

Im So Sick,

Sick Of This S**t,

I Feel So Lit,

Yeah Lit,

Im Fucked Up From It,

Atleast I Was Till I Found What Was It Really Doing,

I Got Nothing True But These Writings,

My Face Hides Behind A Mask As Everyone Else,

But Mine Isn't Noticible,

Well Not To You.

~Jesse Artimio Quinones