Lament of a Mad Biker

Screaming out to the darkness It would be better to

Is anyone there? to ride slam into a wall

Tumultuous feelings entrapped. than to be locked up in here

Does anyone care? with no contact at all.

Four walls and an iron door Locked up by the man

have my soul bound here. seems to have made me insane.

A longing to speak Thoughts of ending it all

and have someone hear. now permeating my brain.

Reaching out again If only I had my sharp blade

my heart begins crying. I would be lonely no more.

How could this happen? Escaping from here, spilling

I’m living while dieing. blood onto this concrete floor.

From this dark cubicle Maybe I’m damn crazy

I have to find a release. I began to loudly scream

Alone in life my chances as my pretty young bitch

of living seem to decrease. woke me up from my dream.

By Biker Jer