I ain’t dead yet!

my ash tray holds my forgotten memory’s

from nights before.

Another poor man

in a rich mans suit

stoned,laughing.

Time fly’s by

but i die slowly

preserved in this capsule

facade

fake

appearance

but

I ain’t dead yet.

So i spew

from the burrows of my belly

let my truth rain down

Fuck all you

I love few who love others

I ain’t dead yet.

Sweat pours from my forehead.

My soul radiates power from my pen.

Soak it all up

every moment

instant

fractions of time

snap were back

your young addicted to failure

with perseveraunce

you live each day

why,

why not try again

I ain’t dead yet.