Bandit
is just the body-bag
of a soul that
was left behind
at
the train station.
**** out of luck.

Walking on the path to
bitterness.
Faded.
Jaded.
Perfectly posing
positivity.
With exceptional posture.

Because crying in public
is like throwing yourself
into the
lion's den.

I'm safer
at the
half-way-dead-house.

I can dream there.
Some-day that's a nice thought.