Category Archives: 6. The Dying Days.

calloused tongue holds hard the brown courage as the lip shakes and rattles under the pain this will bring the water and barely are swallowed guiltily as it’s become very clear we’re closer to the end than the beginning.

feel so disconnected today feel so far from where i wanna be today i wanna pound the pavement find a new day find a new way to live this day wanna wake up in the arms of chaos and her … Continue reading →

i keep trying i keep lying i keep dying inside of me i focus on it i focus on you i focus on the way it was always supposed to go i break inside to hide again to die again … Continue reading →

…death of thought to much lately i get crossed up wondering why you won’t let me say the things i need to say you project your thoughts of me into me inside of me with no clue as to what … Continue reading →

winds blow heavy on a never ending always spinning mass of decayed life matter while an unrelenting sequence of birds flying over searching for a worm to get hold of as the waves crash against the rocks that have settled … Continue reading →

Dear Government, I intend no ill will for the ink i’m about to spill in digital text that I hope, no implore you to read I’ve sat silent on many issues, and took in the words of my leaders And … Continue reading →

the fresh white winter snow that lived here yesterday is gone now dirty paw prints mark the ground like small slaps to an already beaten earth frozen like the rest of us it continues to spin like the rest of … Continue reading →

every man and woman parts from this place some sooner than others some with grace others face an executioner but really death is the same for everyone who goes down but the convicts have it right, they get a last … Continue reading →

under the lights he fought one last time not because he was done but his body had started to fail him a brazen younger fighter looking to make a name on his watch slipped on sweat that saturated the war … Continue reading →