As i sit here on this cold stoney park bench, cold and stoney as my life has now become, i think of better days, days when the nievity of youth was still obvious upon my cheek. i then lift the bottl to my lips and rest my head upon the park bench. It will be… Continue reading fading…
Tag: stormy night
Our Wall
Our wall stands still even though you’ve passedrnThe wall we built so we wouldn’t be harrassedrnA junkie’s mind belonging to yournReminds us all there’s demons to be slew