life in the sand
I'm a drunken poet
Running from my past
The passion and pain
Run deep in my veins
Bruises inflict the pain
I'm draining my life away
But I'm gaining the waves
This life is not all great
It's bio to see it in such shame
There's more to this then
The color of rain
These marks are stained
The nightmare is the main plate
Fame was the shame
Laughing off my marks
life it's a game
I'm making it my aim
For fortune and tame
He made me this way
Broken and battered
Evil and deadly
I'll lash it out in his
This mind of mine
Is an enemy of minds
I can't be left alone
It's a horrible life
But it's all in my mind
Life is a poet's say
Spilling there life away
All in there hand
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