Poetry

The Night I Died By: Caleb Hammonds


 

Screws in my head falling loose

Beetle juice evading my home

No friends in my phone

My conscience won’t leave me alone

Drive off this bridge

 It makes sense cause I can’t make a cent

Money on money these conversations ain’t funny

Bring nothing to the table your practically nothing

Lowest I ever been, when God became my medicine

Gave me wisdom to transcend humanly etiquette

My brother, my brother, my sister I represent

My body on fire,  my soul ascends

The devil my friend, beat my body for dividends

Make my friends switch sides so I can enjoy your life

Spear in my side, my head faces to the sky

Never asking why, but thank you God for these stripes

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