Better OffA Poem by Brandon MathisWhen does the sun shine on my grave? The snake strikes at my hand Smoke rises from my cigarette Trying to become a man with-out any regrets With this heart I think I have placed So many lost days With a broken heart This man works so hard Just to make it by A single tear rolls down as he cries He wonders why he tries He aches, but what can he say? It’s not like he can get very far He doesn’t want to remember His darkest days With his heart he has placed He is blind running in this life time race In a long, cold and wet December With a screaming cry His heart was never treated right Like dark is to night Giving him his grave as a prize Watch his eye’s slowly die And you wonder why he tries With his heart he has placed Time is a ticking bomb of a race He doesn’t want to remember his darkest days He’s carrying his heart to his grave He aches with all his pain He thinks maybe it’s better off this way Set this man free Maybe if there was something to believe in Just to make this all end Or if they could all see He is carrying himself to his grave With his heart he has placed He thinks he is better off this way © 2012 Brandon MathisReviews
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