I have to c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶  ̶o̶u̶t̶
The names of her disciples.
Like a corroded mob boss
Hung on pills and grass.
Wasted manhood
A shotgun +

I passed the time to care -

The darkness sets
In yellow circles and square stones
I'll let go of them tomorrow.
But, that's what I always say,
Dear God, please!!

The plastic-faced-man
Will shut out the only light.
It's been a real pleasure -

Thank you reader,
For not reading this too
Far into and out of space
and to note the time it's
Twelve o' clock
You're on the midnight express,
Just you outside and in the stars.
"Is the devil here?"
I guess that'll make three,
So just put me in

As well. As the story goes,
I'm getting old and restless
Impatient and tired of this
World around me; the corner folds me
Back around the world and
I'm stuck on a knuckle.
What funky luck, ******!

Lay me down and ask,
"What's going on stranger?**"