Desert loneliness
Swinging into poetic tranquility.desert loneliness, werewolf's sorrow
just one of the pathetic loonies.
morbid -frogs fall from the sky.
the Sun rise with another disguise
everytime
Next time, it's your turn to be
on top.
Next time it's your turn to stand
in front.
spit out your spirit, we dive in
holy water.
a gun is a gun. decapitate the
truth.
fake me, i've been smoking
without my mothers permission.
i'm childish, to cite my brother.
the sound of a gun, stuck in a
meat grinder. sapphire eyes.
lost again.
this stain will stay forever
stuck in this fantasy of a poetic asshole.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 23:23
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