dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons