a poem from the barrel of a gun |
GUN GOES BANG!,AND MY HEAD IS ALL GONE,NO MORE WORRIES FOR ME ANYMORE,AND NOTHING TO GO WRONG,CARRY ME AWAY,AND PLACE ME SIX FEET DOWN,BURY ME WITH THE NO FACE LEFT,NO FACE TO HANG A FROWN,NOW COVER M...
Posted by Sleep With Angels on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the newest version of my interests (at lindsey's request) |
music:as i lay dying, glassjaw, thursday, mars volta, coheed and cambria, in the arms of providence, the receiving end of sirens, snot, jeff buckley, alexis on fire, tool, bone thugs, nas, led zeppeli...
Posted by Sleep With Angels on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
some more things i wrote |
between tracks i hear my footsteps
passing headlights shift my shadow from left to right
ten steps forward i pass a picture
discarded and abandoned
a moment in time frozen to only be thrown aw...
Posted by Sleep With Angels on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
some things ive written |
approachable only by daylight,
for the night brings not only the moon,
but thousands of daggers,
slicing the black sky,
forcing the background a little clearer,
but never in focus
alon...
Posted by Sleep With Angels on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
