December 2009
14 posts
Black eyed Susan
Eyes of a soul taken down by Hades.
Face bright as the tunnel of light.
Skin of wool and and charcoal
Empty expression of someone hungover for days
going ninty riding herione in their veins.
Muffled screams from the
walls covered with the
mark of someone who
visited in the night
Disarray in every inch, abused by a”colt. 45”
and a “razor blade hand grenade”.
Messages left for Richard, Hell is still alive.
Back alleys and bars don’t matter like this.
