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It feels kind of like someone gave me a drug,
mixed for the purpose of stamping out love.
Slipped like a Mickey when I was away.
Slammed down the hatch and now all I can say
is, "I don't know why I feel nothing at all."
Head like a hammer straight into the wall.
Black coat of tar dripping straight from my heart.
Struggle for breath while still acting the part.
...Saturday 16th March 2024 10:33 am
Running Trains
The last man last time looking
How far has he come and where is he looking
His bag is getting heavy he feels a little tired
The kids stop just to admire
His stature, Thier parents tell them dont stare please
But all this makes the man feel at ease
He grabs his ticket like a eagle grabbing its prey
The teller guesses this man had a really long day
Trench coat thick black gl...
Thursday 24th November 2016 7:49 am
Nightly Events
Nightly EventsI'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.
I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.
I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.
I'm used to having no one hold m...
Saturday 30th June 2012 12:47 pm
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