New Born Destiny Poem by Nyrical Poet

Cold dark insides made of cobb webs of death
Suffocated soul that chokes with each and every breath
Hidden deep inside is this black darkened rage
More anger than a furious lion trapped in a tiny cage
Coughing up satin red blood from a heart ripped in two
A few drinks from the bottle to keep this mind subdued
Drown out the thoughts that this lonely soul wants to die
Down another sip of whiskey only to keep some happiness alive
Tears pour down as faint memories of my far distant lover
Knowing under the pillow is a remington 8 round revolver
Only one bullet in the chamber to determine my fate
Russian roulette is the game I play that I love to hate
Maybe its a side of me that loves each day my sad eyes open
Or is it the fear of dying that I do not properly use this weapon
So I have chosen the route of life toward the slow suicide
Pour me another drink so I can get in the car and go drive
Or let me light up this nicotine stick to taint these blackened lungs
Along with the damage to my heart and liver as I keep moving on
Angel of hope, angel of my dreams, I beg for you to come forth to me
Help me out of this life, this fiery hell that is my new born destiny