Pain Is Never An Option


He's drinking away his pain again.

He's lying on the floor,

With the shotgun to his head.

No movement, no sight, no seeing what's
right in front of him.

Whispering softly,

I have to do this,

I need this bad.

It's a passion I've loathed for the most.

No pain,

No love,

No breath to breathe,

Nothing to live for.

Son,

I'm already gone.

Imprint

Publication Date: 10-25-2011

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To daddy