It's a dark day in the city tonight,
no one wants to share a light,
no one wants to keep me from the cold.
Think I'll go down to Old Hillcrest Ridge and sleep underneath the bridge, and listen to my body getting old. It's Christmas Eve.
~DOC~

times are hard
drinking wine in a sanctuary
times are hard
playing strip poker with nuns
times are hard
living with a psychotic ******
times are hard
living with her psychosis
times are hard
waiting on the dark
times are hard
living in the light
times are hard
wanting to live
times are hard
waiting to die

I may not be a finger on your hand as a counted friend as the old saying goes... But i will say I am a burnt scar on your heart and mind that will never be removed. One can have a finger removed ,,, chopped off but a scar can never be forgotten it is always there a reminder burning in the soul...

A ***** dead end
of a forgotten lost street
shuffling my feet,
I looked up and saw ravens
and a thousand lonely tears.
~DOC~