oh man, oh man, the horror
you have done it, poked the dinosaur...

baby you taste like the blues
even when you're slightly off key...

We were ride or die and I was fine with being high
All the time, or at least most of the time...

The Keys rattling in your pocket--
bones...

this searing hot serrated edge
it breaks and splits my skin...

This is a rhetoric
a thespian production...

Deep sighs and closed eyes when you realize...
And that's quite alright because I'm sick of...

I drown deep down
in this ensuing tsunami...

sorry sorry sorry sorry
apologies begin to bore me...

your whispers crash
like rolling thunder...

Chat room will be suspended for an uncertain...

This is not something i want to do
i'd like to shed the dirt and start anew...