We were stuck in a downpour on Locust
Shadowed with good intentions
Your vices smothered your virtue
They exist on the coastline of your mind
Follow the glow of the neon signs
Turn right when you feel your chest convulse
Born cursed with impulse
Sanity leaks from the ceiling in your mind
Your gleaming with dishonesty
You curated needle graffiti on my walls
You disappeared liked clockwork
Down every shoddy alley
To fill your lungs with manic choas
Just another suburban stray
With calico bruises
Trying to find the glamour in its grip
-kellie scranton
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
We were stuck in a downpour on Locust
Shadowed with good intentions
Your vices smothered your virtue
They exist on the coastline of your mind
Follow the glow of the neon signs
Turn right when you feel your chest convulse
Born cursed with impulse
Sanity leaks from the ceiling in your mind
Your gleaming with dishonesty
You curated needle graffiti on my walls
You disappeared liked clockwork
Down every shoddy alley
To fill your lungs with manic choas
Just another suburban stray
With calico bruises
Trying to find the glamour in its grip
-kellie scranton
Old Friendships &a Doomed Generations
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