Death
is an ugly beast...
Like most of you;
Dumbfounded when asked to self reflect...
I once wrote that
you were the joy in my writes...
I
As a man, I am bound unto my last breath...
I can hear
the grating sound...
And it is true, that if tomorrow
the oceans go dry...
Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...
Mind totally set.
Loaded, barrel spun, mouth wide...
Travel the back roads of America,
find yourself on a two-lane highway...
The black abyss of denial has ended,
as a silent sea of sorrow emerges...
Let me show you I am for real
and not a puppet on a string...
The voices in my head
i cant stop them...