For Sale

When I saw this picture on The Photodiarist-(who was kind enough to loan it to me),I began thinkng about what the text at the bottom was suggesting, "Was he selling a part of an old life? Or a part of his current dreams?"

After a couple of moments, I came up with these thoughts...

Thoughts Of A Broken Man's Dreams.

"Where I was born, nothing is promised,
My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus,
Government funds are minimal,
It's hard for me to find a piece a mind,
hard for me to surpress thoughts of suicide,
coz between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line."

"I used to dwell in hotels with Jezebels,
then fell victim to the plague,
unclean dreams of being a drug fiend cloud my thoughts,
Now who would think that your best friend would be your worst enemy and your worst enenmy your best freind?"
So...

"If I should fall asleep and death takes me away,
Don't be surprised coz I wasn't put here to stay.
At night, the evil armies of Satan patrol these streets.
Even though I'm trying to beat life while staring in the face of uncertainty. "