Final Days

Never gave a f*ck about my living.
Always ways saw me in a casket, or wings clipped in a prison.
In my mind I envisioned,
My existence shortly missing.
A world now spinning
Short of a man with no feelings.
My destiny’s been written.
On a piece of toilet paper.
Pushed by something greater,
I move forward in its favor.
Out run the undertaker,
Stomp my heels in the mud.
I feel the urge to give up
When quick sand got me stuck.
In my mind I seen terrors
In my heart I’m still haunted.
I got to take it, if I want it,
But I’m continuously frontin’.
Constantly blunted.
From trauma by the drama.
I cry out to the holy farther,
With one hand on the revolver.
If I go, I go with honor.
Let the bullet bang, all my life away
Remember me whole in my final days.

Published by Rolando Rosario

I'm Rolando, I also go by the poet name SkyBlack some of my work is available for viewing in the Penman lounge. FreestyleVision has given me an opportunity to express myself more, outside of the poetry. This Biography is difficult to write, I’m content on writing about almost anything but when it comes to myself I sometimes draw blanks. I’ll start of by telling my origins. I’m from New York (the best city known to man) and I still reside there today. I love music, art and of course writing. I’m a big horror film fanatic and even though this is so, my favorite movie right now is Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. Not a true horror film, more like a gory musical, but one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. A true classic. I just saw this movie for the first time like two weeks ago and already watched it like eight times. But besides all that I’m just a average guy writing my thoughts and hoping the world enjoys what my mind concocts.

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