Daylight came, as the Sun poked its relentless head over the Morning Dew of another worthless day. The memory of visualizing her with that worthless Man that took her Heart away. Their kids didn't want to know, or didn't seem to care. Drained his willpower to get up from his lonely drinking chair. There's not enough Whiskey on this Earth to drink away his pain, for what it's worth. I think his heart was broken at birth, because when he finally took the pain away the Devil wouldn't allow his soul to be buried in the cemetery dirt. He must have pissed off the Angels or turned his face from the Lord. For it seemed how he lived his life, he was taken by the Sword. No matter how much he prayed, God couldn't take his word. To pay again and again with his lost and lonely Soul, every ounce of pain finally took it's toll. The demons that tormented and whispered in his ear. Drained every drop of every lonely tear. As he raised his hands to the sky one last time, and asked Dear Lord, why oh why... We know this much from the writings he left behind. He couldn't find the way out of this Hell one last time. As the little friends he had in the end, there were only a couple that could find it in their hearts to mend. The anger and sadness that drove him to his fate with the bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Following the fate of his lost and lonely brother. As his soul was led to do this all over again. The Soul we remembered him by could never rise or transcend. Take heed my friends, just know through the one you love, your soul can be taken away. And we know from this lesson to be taught, her heart can be stolen, taken or bought.
© Dale A Martinez