Words

Life is nothing.
A piece of paper in my hand,
My love written in my sweat,
In blood and insolence,
Sorrow and condolences,
To the poor chap
That got a flat
On his way to true love.
Dying but rough.
Smiling but sad.
Sensing the life's end,
Wondering what's left.
I am at the end.
I am laughing,
Smiling, crying, coughing
My fears out.
The tears I spill at the crowd
And vomit the truth.
Life's not so smooth
When other's are involved.
The worries are dissolved
In nostalgia of a simpleton.
I cock and shoot a gun
In my eye socket.
Last issue on the docket
Of eternal fate.
Too late...
I stare
Simple minded, dull, unfair.
The life I wasted,
Life I broke
When all these words I spoke...