I was loyal like Foyle, fighting alone soiled by hate
from spoiled ingrates in crates- foiled and late
this isn't a rant more so a story- fame and glory
brave, bold & gory- then she became a whore he
loved victory- till I met lose-cy who was loose see
and moved me in ways winning couldn't ever
in the beginning we were never- then forever
then at dinner she'd abuse me in front of friends
and I found solace in the end- pills in dark dens
Depression pushed my buttons- date rape and abuse
used- beaten and bruised- she was a domina in truth
leather whips till your blue- purple and out of clue
a runaway running away in circles and confused
drunk on life- while she was drunk on strife
such a cliché couplet, so I fucked his knife
not a homo- more a hobo- eels for hair- el hombre lobo
prowling the night for food, I stood outside the window
Just a year ago- I had laughed at him outside the window
I became that guy, that fly that hovers and doesn't die
a burden on my peers- that never came near, but I know why
I stunk of yesterdays vomit- and today's sweat
sweet summer- and the not so sweet man undressed
I was nailed to the cross- nah this wasn't religious yet
just a failed existence, crushed under society's debt.
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