Lost Control

He’s lost control.
Through life he does manically stroll.
He don’t give a damn.
His soul no longer calm.
He’s lost control.
He speech vitriol.
His thoughts insane.
They are filled with pain.
He’s lost control.
Heads will roll.
Like a raging bull in a china shop.
Anything in his way he will physically drop.
He’s lost control.
And lost his soul.
For him life is no big deal.
For it empathy he does no longer feel.
He’s lost control.
He’s ready to crash.
On him living has took its toll.
He want’s to be cremated, he want’s his tortured body turned to earthly ash.