Bright red ink
Dancing across the page...
From Missouri,
Was this friend...
Red little lines
Cover his arms...
The film industry is a fu&king joke,
You are only beautiful if you choke...
Please, bring me raindrops in your palm.
Glance at the jungle behind my eyes...
Fire sweeping through the town,
storms racing to put them out...
Days kept account of by the tiny figures on pill...
And you've got to wonder: what am I doing with my...
I am afraid
to fall...
I've made a mess of things again
my feelings like the clothes on my floor...
I'm tired of being shot down
I'm tired of wearing nothing but a frown...
I'm a lover a fighter and a seeker.
I'm a liar, a cryer, and peeper...
Despite countless promises of a future to hold and...
I doubt that the tomorrow will arrive sooner than...