Trial and error - denial and failure It paints itself across her floor Inadequacy near - she recoils in terror - Enough to leave your mind destroyed.
By Jerald Dean2 years ago in Poets
They want to know the smell of you Smudged underneath the window frame You've grown sick on all you had to lose It's no use, you feel so damn insane.
The days do start in walks, through rain and fire, thrown in open roads of plastered streets; no gun control or sympathy. In a way it's ecstasy: The absence of an energy, that keeps pushing away.
19, chainsmoke, in calloused heat 5 cigarettes, perform then leave. Dad just passed, the blast - all grief "The road ahead just seems too steep!"
The sweetness sickens solace, In the resolve of all that's left. We loved it, but we saw it - Happening - suppressed.
Nobody's here tomorrow No one is here today So just spend the night in sorrow And next week you'll be okay You can play the strings to follow