Chris Bleakney

The Wrath

I thought I had escaped your wrath

I Had gotten away from the past

I feel the chill of you near

All I can do is gasp


What can you want from me

My debt has been long settled

I have nothing left to give

Will I never be free


These pills can't numb my pain

Whiskey doesn't taste the same

Cigarettes turn to ash too fast

Even the needle doesn't sting my vein


Bring me the night where I can hide

Shelter me from the day of light

Darkness hide me from another fight

You are all that's left on my side