Alibi A darkened room is where he retires An overwhelming world is that which aspires Not a single day goes by, where he sits and he thinks Not one single hour without his blood in the sink He is always searching for something more Always closing all those open doors Always trying to cover the stains Though suffering from that, but that differs from pain He’s a shape shifter of the darkened night For him right is wrong and the wrong often right Blurred vision, hot hands that single choking thought Is all that keeps this shifter from being caught The sinful crime that sleeps in his head A constant reminder as he lies in his bed An alibi that won’t hold true A simple justification that didn’t pull through He needs to be shown the right way out But no ones got the time to care about His daily problems that wear him down They dig his grave in this selfish ground Two days, two hours, two seconds from death He asks for nothing more, he asks for nothing less But to wash his soul of what he has done He takes the same knife and chooses to succumb --------------------------------------------------- Wrote this early one morning after a heavy night on the grog, what you think?
I really liked it too. Very emotional and it seemed like much thought went into it. Like always, this was wonderful.
Thanks you three. I did take a bit longer on this one as some of it was built on my own feelings during the time I wrote it. I keep this piece close to my heart. Thanks again for your comments