Illuminated
I'm going down
These illustrated roads
Limbed pain no gain
without
March breeze
on goose skin
Coming out for old time sake
Feelers reaching into
the skeleton
Organs feed the
bleeding hand
Caught up in auras of isolation
Religious Sunday's
This is the working man
Addiction for addictive change
Replacing the untraced
Falling back on blackland hills
Iron creased
Aerosol starched in
Real time sneaking in
Frenzied reality
The fantasy
The fight.....................
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Illuminated
I'm going down
These illustrated roads
Limbed pain no gain
without
March breeze
on goose skin
Coming out for old time sake
Feelers reaching into
the skeleton
Organs feed the
bleeding hand
Caught up in auras of isolation
Religious Sunday's
This is the working man
Addiction for addictive change
Replacing the untraced
Falling back on blackland hills
Iron creased
Aerosol starched in
Real time sneaking in
Frenzied reality
The fantasy
The fight.....................
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