The smoke fills his lungs, as he watches from afar

All about me when I did something really bad

He's driving in his car

Metal blasting

And a sinister look in his eye

Knowing what he's done

 

He stops the car

Climbs out

He's stops

"Where you going?" the voice in his head screams

He says i'm going nowhere

 

He walks up the stairs

Sits in his chair

"That wasn't good" The voice says

"It really wasn't good little boy"

 

Irritation hits

And the itch begins

Hairs stand on end

"I don't care!" he screams

"Please stop!"

Hits the floor

Rolls around

Its just a manic suppression

 

"You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you!" The voice says

"Or you'll starve!"

"This is a lesson!"

 

The itch stops

He brushes off the dirt

Lights a cigarette

The smoke fills his lungs

As he watches from afar 

Reviews

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i have to say i think this is your best one yet, considering style, wording, and approach. its very well written!

[OT]

ah strong piece - the internal conflicts of the mind - impulsive id versus logic and control - to do or think - nice!

[Michael Morris]

the fourth verse is bad a*s man, karma is a mother f****r

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Open honesty, you show us a piece of your soul my friend.

[iamkim]

a very powerful writing! you nailed this one :)

[CookieMonster♥&h..]

this is amazing:)

[Derek S.Keck]

This is an awesome piece. The internal conflict, the knowing regret, this is a powerful write Sherb! Well excecuted, beautifully written.