Divine Intervention

Muthafucka I'm gone. Just leaving the residue of my pen dew sinking in between the blood shed stripes. Want a different high then what's received through pipes. Steady focus to evolve my writes. Viewing the future through a peer my past cost me tears that money couldn't buy back! In all my relationships love I lacked. Smack! Reality in its face. I HATE TO LIVE IN RACE! Time's pace rapidly picking up. Yesterday's are over. Tomorrow? I can't trust if Today will be enough. Murder my words and bury my tongue. Though we grow older our actions are still young. My trigger finger itching while my conscience is desiring for attention. Divine Intervention! If I kill myself who's really missing? Me or y'all?