You are the only reason
For turning this car right around...

In the shade of the moonlight,
With the wind twining its false fingers through...

In the arms of a monster,
This Infinite embrace...

I'm taut with selfish sorrow,
Staring at my wretched reflection...

There are too many days
Where it feels like I'm dreaming...

He is probably sitting at home,
Tearing off the tabs of them Miller Beer cans...

He was a walking wasteland,
Laying the hand of death...

(My attempt at an Epoch poem. To be told in...
I kept my eyes on that empty trail...

I had stayed out of his eye sight, within the...
Watching, as he rested his horse in the stables...

The cold of night made its sudden appearance...
"Follow mine own footsteps, in cover of...

I had turned my back to him, facing the wall, my...
I knew I was being selfish, wanting him all to...

Cigarette in hand,
a bottle of liquid in the other...