Urban Poet

Black as pitch
No hope, no light
Wandering aimlessly
Nowhere to rest
Shapes appear like
Lost nightmares

You will never escape
The Dark Zone

©  Ceol

Back alley filth
Spoons, needles, heroin

Melt it down, shoot it up
Lose what mind you had

Tracks, collapsed veins
No where else to inject

Was it really worth it
Welcome to the shooting gallery

©  Ceol

God, help me to forget
The terror I have done
I have done such brutal things
Through duty and through fear

I cannot ask forgiveness
From those that I harmed
They are all dead now and
I still somehow survive

Help me to forget and forgive myself
Before my days are done

©  Ceol