A True Legacy

Fag ash dusted in a broken palm,
Is this the memory that I will leave?
Eyes wide shut, outlined in red,
I lie still in my bed.

Alcohol to the right dulls the pain,
A sharp knife leads the way,
Blind to anything but the gain,
More fag ash dusts the veins.

Left with no answers in a world of no hope,
Taking all the risks I know will leave me broke,
Not willing to be led in the life that I lead,
This is the legacy I leave as I bleed.