Just Another Jon Doe Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Emotions on a paper
A pen to mend
The wounds so sore
Will it ever go away
Not today
All I got is me
And that's not what i need
Give in to the greed
Give in to the deceit
Here let me sign the receipt
I have bought the devil
My face has become yellow
The taste is stale
The mind is frail
Bail out
No more chances
No more
Were not settling scores
I'll take it the way it is
I have no need to forgive
All I need is to be able to live
Breath some air
Fall in love with despair
The roads getting pretty thin
Watch out for that next bend
Going to fast
Time just needs to slow
Its a snails race
Can you keep up with the pace
Or will you forever be erased
Out of sight
Out of mind
No such thing as rewind
Put on the shades
Or you might go blind
Clarity
Its heavenly
When your moving
Its so easy choosing
Never stop
Or those chalk lines might be where you drop
Another investigation
Such an aggravation
Forget who he was
Never mention
Just another Jon Doe
And that's how it go's