Regrets
By:Art
Bags'll get packed, strapped to my back lightly.
Grabbing some cash, snatching my flask tightly.
Masking my past, unraveled to rags might be,
the only thing I have left as I travel my path. Write me.
…Because….
I won't be back, the rope is latched so my throat will snap quickly.
I broke the pact while my woes distract ,can't sew it back in me.
Traded hopes and laughs for hoes and cash, my soul is black, filthy.
So this note I trashed holds the mope and damns I'm supposed to have in me.
Looking back…
Seeing my wife, wasn't the only thing cheating my life.
It was the beatings and fights and the screams through the night.
Readings of Jesus' teachings for some reason brought my deamons to life,
even through his preaching I felt my own evils suffice .
I guesss..
My regrets chased me, the cheating, the sex ate me.
Receiving her texts lately, made the beats in my chest shaky.
My brain screaming between walls, the voices grew deeper with each call
like speakers that recall every mistake and weak fall.
Her voice replays in my head, as I lay awake in my bed.
Wish I didn't do what I did or even say what I said.
maybe instead its my fault could i be the craziest yet?
We loved each other, didn't we? or is this sensation regret?
With no where to turn,
The only way out seems like a cowards...
So I'm standing on this chair with this rope nervous to fall.
Every second passing feels like hours,
Finally kick out the chair cause I'm not a good person at all.
Il get links a little later.... enjoy the story...