Against this wall we lean
Trying to fit into this scene
I turn my ear
You speak to me
Your whisper turns into scream
My heart breaks
Your eyes bleed
I take your hand
As you lead me
Closer to this misery
Like a roach
Step on me
Watch my guts spill out of me
Devil horns
Grow from your head
Take me closer
Drag me down
Sitting alone atop your throne
Throwing this old dog a bone
Then I sit up
Alone in bed
Thoughts are racing through my head
What is wrong
What is right
What happens if I die tonight.
A Poem By: Jamal