[size=1.5]5. The man living beneath the underpass of a freeway
done...i forgot bout this tho, i thought it was due thursday since they were posted quick so it's a quick key...forgive me for any mistakes in it..1 good luck man sorry i didnt post earlier
Sound molecule's rush the waves, my ear brush of craze..
With every flushing stray, of a vehicular above my brains...
Flung with haze of mud retained, from dirt splashed from rains..
Horrid face in a broken place, tryna make way with minimal space...
In a race with time, nearly sixty-two, without job or income...
What the average republican would call your average street bum..
Strung off high-notes of failed careers, an economies bad last few years..
Brung to tears as i reminiss peers who no longer seem to care or miss
All I once knew, a dark hole under the never-ending road's abyss...
Flipped from a realm oppiste I'm in, where i practically had everything..
Brought withen the hells of sin, where i repent everything i did..
Went from corp. owner, to street-corner,in a single eyelids wink...
Never thought embezzling would lead to something that'd make me think..
If my life just a waste,or a path of wrong decisions and mistakes..
I take the blame, for it was my choice, still i'm miss that stronger voice..
Poised in the weeds now, as cotton blows, my weeping willows with noise..
Boys often toss pebbles barely missing, unknowing underneath a heads flinching..
Pinching the moment when the tire blows, and over the railing one rolls..
Folding hot steel and splashing schrapnel,condemening me eternal in this crap-hole..
Dead-cold holding steady hearing sirens now and then, wishing it was a friend...
Out to help or give advice to mend, better luck having a suicide jumpin then..
Ever see that light come here, underneath, in darkness, a pool of fears..
For years i felt i had it all, now i see even great men can fall..
I stall every second, every minute a forever, here where i thought i'd never..
Endevouring pit, a think-tank of all the stupidest shit i did...
Sit i blink as if it was another lie i'd spin, frozen and brim...
Slim and hungered, slumbered under a hollowing crib..
A dim shadow of all the worst, if only time travel would work...
But now i'm stuck fluctuating emotions back and forth...
Under a solid grey cloud, a bic lighter my only torch..
Scorching leaves and grass and twigs, when you lonely...
Anything that occupies time wins, flimsy and pale my soul is week..
Even i now would be suprised to last more then another weak..
So i find rope, thrown or broke from some vehicle passed by..
Beginning to plot my last breath, the steps until i die...
So i nuse a makeshift tie, hanging my last string from a nail..
Impailed in the rock ceiling, under the hall of wheels...
Feel my way to slip my neck in, eyes close my finale beckoned...
Then hop down from the stone, the last i'll stand, my life's wrecking...[/size]