The 2 A.M Writer

Ghost Of Gray

Even after rehab, still in my veins

Yet you won\'t just flush away

No more detox or confinement will help

Brain damaged and eyes burned

With damage done permanent, aimed your gun at my heart

Bullet still stuck in the wound

Can\'t stop my bleeding, yet you twist and poke

Write in my agony and dance in your victory

It\'s okay though

I\'ll just use improper anesthesia to walk forward

Through brick wall, through brick wall

Would you be so kind to aim for my head next time?

 Save my grace for tomorrow

Because I\'ll be there

Like always

But never there again