This house is in a state of unrest <br />I'm trying so hard to do my best <br />picking up pieces of the dead, thats my goal <br />along with this career, i realize that i have no soul <br />all he wants to do is fight <br />but I don't just bark, I bite <br />after that the only thing i can think <br />is to take another drink, drink, drink <br />living under another's crazy rules <br />gives me something to light my inner fire...more fuel <br />talking under your breath, stomping about, slamming the doors <br />every time it happens, it's no more than simply a big bore <br />i gotta get my head straight. meet my goals <br />or these walls are going to full of more holes <br />running after me, trying to play a battle of wits <br />the visions in my head only show me tearing you to bits <br />give me all i really need <br />a reason to succeed<br /><br />neo riddick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-in-a-tomb/
