You said you would take me higher, To a place where I don’t feel so low. You promised me you would deliever But you only take me lower.
You were my angel. You bought me up to heaven, Holding me by the hand. Then you dropped me back down. Sending me plummenting into the ground. I fell into a new low, From the highest place one could go.
I am digging below rock bottom, Reaching a new low that I didn’t know I could go. Lower than low.
This is my new low. The grave I dug for myself to lie in. I look more dead than these skeletons It is too deep for light to enter, There is no love down here, Only hate.
I play tin drums for peace and prance on tables too it's clear as ***** pics a night I'm drooling steak but fed bread and cabbage stew, thankful for little chance to break my fat a crease at ****** time.
in a respected ride with veteran battle scars, a tribute to a friend died. Saluted the life blood sponging highway to impress bloated pride on hit-the-snooze Sunday, behind closed eyes, a ***** marching parade. Went too fast, flying untied, caged bird set free wings won’t stop, ’til sun-kissed wings. Last thoughts Mother’s day, another write up for motorcycle cop, inking red dots on desk duty paper. Homage to crumpled carnage, nothing to see but stiff salvage.
mining liquid ice, cream vanilla something at dawn, sugar, fat, whipped smoke rising hope better than hate at breakfast, face etched snarling a circuit ******, roll and tub down ***** slippery, thumbed a feast of biscuit crumbs off a plate, table and at feet. Arrived at loathing a choir rabid, sings morning.