submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
