Reflections I: Seven-Sectioned Mirroring Drunk

The year was 13, subject 19
Down a stretch of bitterness
A tunnel where the light gets dimmer
His patience getting thinner, and the knots are getting tighter
And the drinkings just as heavy as his own damn fathers
No solice at the bottom of the bottle from the bum
Who he trashed on the street and beat him half-passed dumb
No sense in spare change
Better a lesson in life
Even those who have nothing will be taken by strife
Each mornings a bit darker, there's no work for cold hearts
If there was, I'm sure he'd pull together
And clean himself up
Maybe even tell his mom so she can get the hell out
Save herself from the bastard that she should've ripped out
But that's advice for another day, another puff of dust
Wishing he could smoke enough to turn his own lungs to rust
Or at least dodge the sirens when the come to pick up
Another mother's dead baby, who did one to many bumps
Another life spent he thought, wasted on drugs
In the reflection of a seven-sectioned mirroring drunk
Apathetic and out of touch, no center of self
He knows the world owes him nothing
And he don't deserve much
His dreams leave him hanging six feet above the earth
Long enough to rot the corpse
Before they lock him in the dirt
But grey sunshine wakes up to a new play
Where the first breathe uttered is a curse upon the day singing

Please death please death
Take my soul
Take my life I'll gladly pay the toll
I'd like to go to heaven
But ill surely see hell
And if you send me on my way
I promise I won't tell

Please death please death
Take my soul
Take my life I'll gladly pay the toll
I'd like to go to heaven
But ill surely see hell
And if you send me on my way
I promise I won't tell

Back to the perversion that he calls his own skin
The same one he wore when he stole a life in 10
Ripe 16, to catch a body of your own
And learn the secrets of the mind
Through the base of someone's skull
15, he's 21, still cold as ice
Self-brutality to keep himself away from the light
With housefly anxiety, he clung himself to the walls
Kept his eyes in his blinds, and left shit stacked in the halls
But all he ever wanted was a boot to come crush him
And leave him mangled in sight
For all the world that didn't love him
Christ spare a moment
For men like this
Temptation proved too much
For them to resist
Accumulation settles and the clouds get thick
Selfish acts of shit, 22 years thick
The rain pours down and he's washed beneath the bridge
No last words uttered
He just drowned without a sound singing

Please god, please god
Spare this soul
He knows he did wrong by the end that he chose
I'm not one to judge whether he should go to heaven
But I hope the hell he lived, is enough for you to listen

Please god, please god
Spare this soul
He knows he did wrong by the end that he chose
I'm not one to judge whether he should go to heaven
But I hope the hell he lived, is enough for you to listen