(poetic) “I believe them bones are me Some say we’re born into the grave” Flooring my car, I down another shot of whiskey, So what if there’s nothing left of me to save? “I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones” Smiling at thoughts of my dead memory, I… Continue reading Shotgun Man
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Friday Night Fall Decay
” You can’t just do that!” my friend screams as I back up to hit the little punk that just flipped me off. “Watch me,” I reply in a serious tone. My friend and I had been driving around for hours aimlessly. Now we had something to do. It’s not my fault really, I choose… Continue reading Friday Night Fall Decay
Blackened
I walk in a halley way,the homeless look at me and smile. The happy people look at me like if i was a freak from another planet.