the boy who killed

trapped in myself ,fighting my only cell 

locked in the rage 

that fuels the drive in me 

to fight against these walls 

that contain me 

gun cocked and loaded and ready to aim 

fist palpating against the metal walls 

emotions spurting 

overflowing 

feelings

brain cage rattling 

heartbeat raising blood gushing 

all up in my mind right now

back into the damn past 

running so fast 

running on the same track 

throwing myself back 

in time 

writing 

the same rhymes 

committing the same crimes 

overdosing on the pills 

weaving in out 

of the present moment 

riding the hills

rewriting the wills 

over a hundred kills 

replayed in every drill 

stuck in the adrenaline thrill 

everyone says just to chill 

but they don´t know

that my hands are ill 

I am a prisoner of war 

chained to the battlefield

my hand addicted to the gun 

the power 

the surging desire 

to murder oneself 

how do you think this boy paid the bill ...........

the wages that sin pays is death