Billy

He looks at the bloody pattern on the blade
Nice
Then at the cut he has just made
Deep
As the sense of pain reaches the brain
Who can save him from himself now he thinks
And from the bottle of old number seven he drinks
Getting dizzy and drunk
Time for a smoke
He draws in a deep warm toke
Is it time he says out loud
Outside he can hear the world moving
He carves his name into the round wooden table
To leave a piece of time behind
Another toke and a drink
Try to focus and to think
Don't do something stupid now is the theme
Which plays in his head
He is getting tired of this
Peace of mind hasn't been there since he was a child
Its seems so long ago
Now his mind feels old