Mariachi Poem by Camilla Manda Vee

they should give me a band
it need be loud
the dead need hear it
the living need know it.
i keep comming back from the dead.
they just keep killing me.
that damn heart just keeps breaking
and breaking
and drag through the mud.
its not fair.
i should have some reward
for all those years
i chose never to give up.
all those years
i just kept comming back
for more
and more.
can i have a band atleast
to finally lay me to rest?
i cannot do this anymore.
mariachi
you never said
so that i s how i'd like
to leave at best.....