Determine my mind type
As you would my blood
It flows through every ounce
Just as my life would
Wish it stayed, more than a second or two
A loss of life, and draining me too

Systematic failure, attack
The little things I lack
Reside in what I have,
Those last little bits
Raged attititude --

Trust, trust, ye need only such
Writing...writing, what else is exists?

So many lives, touched in one way or more
Torn to shreds, left so bare

Bleeding as a tortured soul,
Yet reminiscent of what remains my whole.
Signify my trials through my deeds done
Forget not the respect you've won.

Trial, trial, many nights alone
Tears calmly, calling my soul home

Watch the light wisp away too soon
A life indeed, stripped to the bone

Left for dead, I seek recompense
Solution is what I need
Not a barber who'll make me bleed
But a life where I can write down my two cents

I'll sit and wait, I'll sit and tell
Shit, I might even yell
But what happens, when no voice shall come
And its not just some...

Joke, its not funny.
I looked into your eyes, and told you so
You even told me I was a special Joe
But I lack the means by which to say
That somehow I've solved these issues here

Many though, have I rid myself truthfully of
Life suspicion, nothingness asured.

I try to write, and I write some more
But I lack salvation, a path ahead.

Some will read, and will never know

Who the hell, really is this Joe?