This is what ill look like when im dead, if I still have a head, after all the charges that I led, all the things that I said, as I lay, body full of lead. Never had the comfort of a valkyrie pushing down the sheets and the pillows in my bed. I would gladly pay a whore for some comfort, any escape from the war thats inside of me. Burning so hot from the friction of the shackles of society, rather counter productive from the ways of sobriety. Heart ache, and the solitary confinement of my mind keep me from the devils that reside inside of me. You would think that I would find peace another way but the mind dies quick with the lash of a red, red, tongue whip. Please dont disturb me while im on the chain gang. Gang banged, slaughtered with your inquiries. Get me out of here. my indecision whether I want company. In my car I find peace and serenity. Focus on the road thats ahead of me, destination doesnt matter as long as I have one.