Homeless (draft)

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Just a written draft atm!

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Hanging -
1) Hanging out
2) Hanging from a rope (suicidal)
3) Hanging (drunk, hangover)
4) Hanging on by a thread

In jest/ ingest (swallow gun)

Bottle problems-
1) Problems bottled up
2) Alcohol bottle

Ring-
Wedding/boxing ring. Looking to expand on this, metaphor for fight against cancer

Capped-
1) Keep bottle cap on
2) Mushroom caps instead
3) Like God, when writing word ‘god’ you write the G in caps
4) Shooting someone. Angry with god

This is the tale about a man who can’t stand it
A suicidal drunk, under the bridge is where he’s hanging
On by a thread, the coldness of his chest suggests that he is
homeless and depressed and never sober at a guess
Running from his problems, his soul is hollow
With a gun now cocked to swallow and I don’t mean that in jest
He was married once, he had a beautiful wife
Knew her for five years before choosing the right
Time to give her a ring, she was the jewel of his life
And she climbed on right in, the whole future was bright
Till she was diagnosed with, a cancer tumor one night
She tried to fight it, but it was consuming her life
He cried while she was dying, and at the funeral that night
 
The streets are eating away at him
Slowly eroding his soul and degrading him
The breeze and sleet will now layer him
Cold is engulfing him slowly encasing him
The streets are eating away at him
The streets are eating away at him...
 
Her death haunts him, and now a lot of spirits follow
Started replacing shrooms with booze, he’s got a lot of bottled problem
Tried to keep them capped like God, in his dreams in which he shot him
But his demons will never leave, they’ve fully caught and got him
And now everyone thinks he’s a messed up dude, I guess it’s true
He snorts some coke up his nose, an anaesthetic to
Warm the hole in his soul, then burns a septic spoon
Getting ready for heroin drop that’s expected soon
The injection helps depression but his infected wounds
Will soon be inspected by an expert whose
Diagnosis will state he’s a neglected, ruined, shell
Whose death is due any minute
And as his last breath had hardly parted his chest
He partnered death, danced together, far from heaven
Down to the darkest depths
 
The streets are eating away at him
Slowly eroding his soul and degrading him
The breeze and sleet will now layer him
Cold is engulfing him slowly encasing him
The streets are eating away at him
The streets are eating away at him...

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