tin can |
cut like a tender piece of smelly meat...burnt like a whore hanging at her feet. bruised like a fool at the end of the nile...im gona die soon i know...it wont be a while.cramping like a fag of fear.....
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 04:13:00 GMT |
a foot note of note |
Darkness around and the darkness silenced the silent sound. My eyes shut, the stench of blood dripping. i find myself standing, i feel my happiness slipping...away away away it goes, close my mouth pi...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 02:33:00 GMT |
The dirty rats they be...they will never stop us, they cant stop me |
Forbiden and forced to the dark, fed to the field of hungry rats...picked up 1 by 1 with a baton and gun, a shield as small as a badge, me standing there legs stretched apart face first in the car tha...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 06:44:00 GMT |
