Standing on a rusted
sidewalk plate, contemplating.
Let me bleed
like a slaughtered sunflower.
Let me walk away
from this wilted bar stool.
Death waits for the weary,
Knock kneed.
I trample through rotten hops.
Scotch on the rocks,
aged like the
half-lit bar sign
with three Xs
and a poisoned skull.
Chasing fear, exhausted.
Legless horsepower, monstrous.
Grinding my fingers on Grainbelts
before the crack of fall.
Stained oak pillars,
star mangled manors
Let me bleed.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Standing on a rusted
sidewalk plate, contemplating.
Let me bleed
like a slaughtered sunflower.
Let me walk away
from this wilted bar stool.
Death waits for the weary,
Knock kneed.
I trample through rotten hops.
Scotch on the rocks,
aged like the
half-lit bar sign
with three Xs
and a poisoned skull.
Chasing fear, exhausted.
Legless horsepower, monstrous.
Grinding my fingers on Grainbelts
before the crack of fall.
Stained oak pillars,
star mangled manors
Let me bleed.
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