Haunted by a hollow feeling
a feeling of emptiness deep inside of me
an emptiness that I cannot fill
Not with food or water
Not with friendship or even the love of another
A feeling that just won't go away
That can't be taken from me
There's nothing I can do or say to make this feeling go away
Eventually it will fade
Disappear in much the way it came
And I've nothing to do but wait for it to leave
And when it does, things will be better
Better untill the next time
Until the feeling comes back to haunt me again
It always does
Under her control I am
Trapped by the shackles that hold me down.
Tied to a ball and chain
Yes, a chain
A chain that ties me to a lifetime of suffering and an eternity of misery.
Only I can break free, but do I have the power?
Do I have the strength?
Or am I bound to a lifetime of pain?
The pain, once dreaded, but now so familiar.
Growing so accustomed to the pain, I no longer know how I could live without it.
For with the pain comes pleasure.
And in some sick, sadistic way, this is what she wants.
She gives me pleasure with the pain so that I cannot let go.
This is her power. This is her control.
The sweet taste of honey turns to the sourness of a thousand lemons.
Yet I stay and wait.
Wait for the next taste of sweet, sweet honey.
What is the meaning of life?
We were put here on this Earth to die,
and that's what's going to happen to all of us.
Rich or poor.
Successful or not.
We can go on living our meaningless lives,
but in the end, it comes down to the same thing...
We wind up in coffins,
6 feet underground.
With one pull of the trigger...
All my pain
All my anger
All my frustration
And all my misery
Pouring out through a hole in my head.
Polly Wants a Cracker
Polly wants a cracker
but the crack whore has to deal
For tonight it's no caucasion
but a black man she must feel
Polly yells and Polly sceams
but not once does she complain
Even though her insides
are in excruciating pain
See, Polly would do anything
for that rock she longs to smoke
To watch it melt over the ash
as she takes a great big toke
She longs to hear the ringing sound
that comes with every puff
And craves the rush that always comes
when she smokes the real good stuff
So as the nigger shoves his gigantic rod
into Polly from the back
A simple thought pops into her head...
"It sucks being hooked on crack!"