Deceased Poem by Andrew Houston

One bullet for my heart
Two bullets for my soul
Three for my brain
My life unfolds
Draining from my heart
Draining from my bones
My life was in your hands
But now it has no home
Killing my urge to cry out loud
Wanting to scream into a crowd
Knowing I’d die was that’s your doubt
God I just want to shout
Thou the day begins to fade
I step on the razors blade
Balancing my self to the end
Hoping you’ll be my loving friend
To the day we both will die
God I wish I would just cry
Deceased you are with out a doubt
God why not me I want to shout