Living In A Tomb Poem by neo riddick

This house is in a state of unrest
I'm trying so hard to do my best
picking up pieces of the dead, thats my goal
along with this career, i realize that i have no soul
all he wants to do is fight
but I don't just bark, I bite
after that the only thing i can think
is to take another drink, drink, drink
living under another's crazy rules
gives me something to light my inner fire...more fuel
talking under your breath, stomping about, slamming the doors
every time it happens, it's no more than simply a big bore
i gotta get my head straight. meet my goals
or these walls are going to full of more holes
running after me, trying to play a battle of wits
the visions in my head only show me tearing you to bits
give me all i really need
a reason to succeed