The Vent

So far the saying stands true, watch what you do and the people around
You, the ones you stick your neck out for, when the tables are turned won’t even open
the front door, as my anger begins to swell you can tell I haven’t been able to deal
with this all that well. Karma is a bitch to some but she is a knight in shining armor to me , standing hear
waiting patiently for her arrival. I share a office and sit right across from my rival, not
knowing the plans i have in my head to end his survival. I try my hardest to remember
the principles i have read in the bible, but it’s my own fault I have become this homicidal
this bottle of liquor has become my pacifier, but if I said it didn’t make the situation worse
i would be a liar. my surroundings are slowly decaying me, the women of my dreams
seems to be getting less and less of my time i just keep reassuring her our life is like
wine it'll just get better with time. It’s cold in my mind with heat on outside
life and death is where I collide, with my own personality i try to coincide two fingers
to my head I salute suicide... the weight off my chest i try to blend in with the rest
but i am different, I am the real and they represent the fake, in my situation there is just
so much more at stake. 

By: BTT