You Stumbled In The Door,
Bottle In Your Hand...
These bindes that hold me
in terms of reformance...
I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...
It seems silly to leave like this. nothing but a...
That may bring little relief but I guess the only...
The poor souls,
not yet even lived to see...
In the ground below, a coffin lays closed,
And a girl lays in blissful sleep...
To the outlaw I never knew
many are saying the red white & blue...
Hearing the echos
along the corridor...
It's been almost a year now,
365 days ago seems like yesterday...
A warm disc sets at dusk behind the rigid range...
Jagged are the remnant rays that pierce through...
Many words written of death...
Liquid dreams flow sharp through my veins
Singing lullabies as my eyes flutter closed...