bad guy

i can’t sleep, hearing voices sinking sorta deep

i can’t sleep, crying like a weep to the sound of the t.v.

i can’t think, thoughts are racing too fast in front of me

i can’t think, my mind is like a stoplight- watch it blink

i can drink, liquids filling me up just like a sea

i can drink, it makes me think i’m who i want to be

i can write, i stay up all day and through the night

i can’t write, everything i type just doesn’t come out right 

i can't wait, to see that pearly light and walk through the gate

i can wait, because hell- not heaven- is most likely in my fate 

is it any wonder that i am always rooting for the bad guy?