Apr 2013
The car speeds,
splashes past the
back of my head.
I feel a million mild
shakes that won't leave
the back of my eyes.
Thoughts of
Love, Death, and homicide,
Dreams that never seem to
die.
splashes past the
back of my head.
I feel a million mild
shakes that won't leave
the back of my eyes.
Thoughts of
Love, Death, and homicide,
Dreams that never seem to
die.
4/1/12
Stuh-stuh-stuh.....
Stuh-stuh-stuh.....
