The lights are heading downtown
where Santa sits in a red chair, smiling...
let me lay waste the final tapestry...
Twenty-six killed, twenty injured
in a small rural Texas town...
a countless slumber...
by Beautiful Chaos
It burns at 4 in the morning
When your eyes won't close...
My reflection in glass like a ghost...
It was a night of excuses from both ends-
surrounded by strangers and plastered friends...
Boot-soles torn in jagged stripes...
Cogitating our path,
the many possibilities...
Yes, you have the power
But it's based on money and lies...
I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit...