A sensational call to home

an act of fear or an act of disrespect has me beat up to justify what is wrong and what is right.... My pride counts to ten as the blood dripping is another pain to escape from. Running away leaves nothing to spare and my heart is too broken to add 2+2.... Four more shots down the drain and im away from all the bad. i dont wanna go down the road if i cant count to ten.... a simple mistake can ruin the chances in making a living to cherrish and rest upon its arrival... the love i have left over is a trip to my bed♡ A touch of the bad spirits awakens me and carries me as whole. if i die today, Will you cut my throat? or will you wrap me around a pole... loving someone doesn't make me cold.... It is a hard fold of another fake profiling that is torn and burried for another to run over.... with no remorse, what is there left to say? ? ? .... another fake prey stuck in a stack of hay.