The Spiteful Gangster

I sat wounded in spirit 

Gripping my half empty bottle of rum 

Eyes closed counting stars in pixels and digits 

Seated in the dark lost in time and agony 

Pain had over taken me

She knew she couldn't save me anymore 

What's left to save in a broken me? 

Soul been damaged beyond repairs 

I've looked for love in all the right places 

Friends, family, lovers and side chics 

But got shades of hurt embraces 

Friends that grin a vicious smile 

That lead my heart to a stranded stand 

Wasted emotions stretched a thousand miles 

I whispered my worst nightmare in questions 

Like a hopeless inquiry with no sightful answer 

Unpleasant flash of my life of sadness 

Who will love a spiteful gangster? 

'Your child Eddie, your child' She whispered 

Your child will love you, a spiteful gangster 

[@the_vyrus]