Drugs
I use my credit card for more than spending
Money is limited but pain is never ending
My wife is out; my son is asleep
The rent is up, and this place is not cheap
So many responsibilities, I work two damn jobs
At the end of the day I just need to take the edge off
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Holy fucking fuck it’s great to be alive
Is it hot in here? Fuck its fucking hell in here Jesus
Pants? Fuck Pants, I’m burning alive wearing these fuck
I want to run? Would that be weird? If I just fucking ran?
No right? Good!
Did something break? What the fuck did I just hear?
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Despair, hate, black like my eyes
Who the fuck. WHO THE FUCK IS LOOKING TO DIE
What the fuck is that fucking sound
I need more, fuck! I’m all out
Three black figures sprint down the stairs
They’re multiplying, who the fuck are they trying to scare
Jesus I’m sad, and these monsters are gonna get me
Might as well do it, Christ set me free
No! No! Not today Jared! Fucking show, them who’s boss
Bring it motherfuckers! I’m not one you should cross
One launches at me, I bite its cheek off
Blood on my face, and monster flesh in my jaw
I throw the bitch against the wall, the rest are pointing and cackling
There are just so many, fuck why are they laughing
I start to strangle one, the rest started to cry
Tonight isn’t the night I..the night…the night I die
Dead silence…
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What the hell happened? How long have I been out?
There is blood everywhere. Why is there skin in my mouth?
Are those sirens? Why is do I hear knocking?
I yell for my son, but no one is responding
I go to the living room; I can’t believe what I saw
There lies my twelve-year-old son, strangled, partly disfigured and his skin is in my jaw