cold streets
sad streets of canby oregon at night
As these cold streets that have me wondering aimlessly an this air its to cold to even breathe hoping to suddenly awake from what i thought was just a bad dream, but it is not a dream its the other half of my soul that once use to be the drive to my integrity.
SO I’m up walking these empty streets got no where to sleep sworn not to say peep of what lies have been said how many tears I’ve bled from the thoughts that have toren up the inside of my own head, an as i continue to walk these streets alone i can see where my head use to be, held high above my shoulders an now it sways down below my collar, diggin an diggin trying to make my livin how am i ta ever come up out on top just before this empty bottle drops that i barely have grip on releasing all of my hidden horrible thoughts, catching them one by one until their all finally caught waiting for some one to start pushing my buttons to change my channel because its not working fucking reruns suck. only way I’m ever gna have any luck is to just stand back an not give a fuck. After all these years i can not believe i of all people is still working on me an trying gathering all the strength that’s all that’s in me, an scooping up rest that’s around me to hopefully to succeed don’t care how, or how many cuts i get don’t care how i much i bleed as long as i get there .Pretty soon ill be the only one he will see between each of your lies that u seem to squeeze out that mouth u speak just to trying to please any one who surrounds me..
(2015)
