Frayed Poem by Richie Duprey

You're not my noose, for I tied this knot,
You're a paper doll and I'll fold you how I want.
I'm waging war against my own head,
And I'm breaking the rules, with no glue to put them back together.
I'm crashing trains just to watch the flames,
I'm blowing up bridges, and you're the golden gate.
Painted with dust, you're an illusion.
Kamikaze into your soul,
All I can see is hatred. I'm beginning to fry.
How are you the higher power,
when I've got the power to get higher?
I'm living in a lonely, black and white world,
The grey has frayed the rope.
Don't need another mother**** looking down on me.
At least I know, wherever I go, I've got the devil beneath my feet.
Don't bring your black cloud to bed,
When I wake up you best be gone, or you're going to be dead.
This is what happens when you put an apple above your head.
You can laugh and laugh all day, but the darkness won't fade away.
Too many pills and not enough kills,
Should I swallow ten more and collapse?
It's not an easy road when you've left me with a bullet wound.
You've shot your loyal companion and now no tails are wagging.
A wimpering cry, you don't understand, you can see the grey,
Is my rope about to fray?
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter than guilty for paying Paul.
My dagger and swagger are useless,
In the face of a mirror.
My mind is the cage of death,
In which angels die in the arms of demons.
No statue is grey, for they are but shadows.
Your words tear me apart like a scarecrow,
But I'll hide my heart in my gut.
Helpless.
I am.
Mercy.
The knot is tied.
Breathless.