I wonder as you left the bar that was it a night of significance?
Has the booze made you blind to that which lurks in shadows ?
Have the lies led you to belive in something that is not real?
I wonder befor that pipe made contact what went through that untalented mind?
Such a silly fool the sound still plays in my ears like a beautiful
piece of music as you collapsed in the street.
The thud as I drove my boots deep into your ribs.
I wonder what thoughts escaped that now cracked skull.
Make me laugh now funny man!
The past has a funny way of creeping up on us.
No soil.
No grave.
I left you broken like a bottle to be
swept into the gutter wuth the rest of the
trash were were you belong.
RIP Gonzo
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC