Hung On The Crucifix Poem by Alex Mercado

For the past 5 years I've sugar coated my life,
Witnessing 4 deaths, a broken soul, and a bloody strife.
I've been to Hell and back with an I.O.U from the devil
You want another life, but I want a more challenging level.
Diary of a sad man is all I have to my name,
So when I die, I'm just another carcass in the flame.
From heaven and back my soul has fell,
Trapped, conceded in an internal cell.
Always nervous, can't sit still
My mind is distorted, bent against my will.
Measuring the thick despair step by step,
This life is a vicious cycle, time for another rep.
Society screwed to no avail by the masses,
We cant see the truth behind these pitch black glasses.
Brain washing stories keep your mind numb,
Another war-torn victim, hearing the beating of the drum.
Our fate illuminates like a shining star,
But it left a terrifying, wrist slitting scar.
Escape our problems by a simple mind potion,
Show these ignorant people early and watch them catch the notion.
Black widows emerge from beautiful untainted souls,
But now they cry, they're hearts are as black as coal.
Dont fear because the reaper is on his way,
To make our lives visions of Pompeii.
I just won the lottery, lucky numbers six six six,
So remember me when I get hung on the crucifix.