The Chain And Blocks He Brought Himself But Someone Pushed Him Over The Edge

Ach, this thing that comes over me.

Daze as black as hell.

Don’t like the taste or feeling too

Be dead I might as well.

It’s deep and thick

It fills my lungs

No smiling only cry.

I don’t want it

Why me now?

Fruitlessly I try.

To connect.

I can’t.

No call gets through.

Can’t even reach you.

Nothin’ to do

but suffer.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.