I don't have anyone
But I have everyone
I have their love
And I have their support
But what is it worth
If it's nothing to sport?
Bare Skinned
Here, on my own
Stupid, Ignorant
Some don't stay long
Others stay forever
And those who stay
Could sleep in my weather
But what does it matter
If those who leave are what I'm after
Bare Skinned
Here, all alone
Ignorant, Lost
I travel to look for something
I travel and find nothing
I want a home
Something to fill my soul
But will it ever happen?
I'll use my coffee to keep me whole
Bare Skinned
Here, Naked
Dreaming Impatiently
About the Creator
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They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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