Mental Property by Brent Brannon

In the bitter cold of dawn
There was a man who was far past gone
In his heart there was no love
Pumped away just like his blood
Torn and twisted was his mind
For the love he lost had made him blind
Blind to see that love was there
In the friendships of ones who cared
He drowned his life in drugs and booze
Only to find it was no use
He wept no tears for the life he wasted
Only for the bitterness of love he tasted
Will his heart be whole again?
It doesn’t matter in the end