I, Mitchell |
mascara hidesthe sleepless nights.years of abusethe downs and highs.a lonely drunkstaggers on stage.weathered and wornbattered and brokeni feel my age.like a puppet on strings.look! he strums and he s... Posted by James the Destroyer on Mon, 05 May 2008 09:47:00 PST |
nutshell |
We chase misprinted liesWe face the path of timeAnd yet I fightAnd yet I fightThis battle all aloneNo one to cry toNo place to call homeMy gift of self is rapedMy privacy is rakedAnd yet I findAnd yet... Posted by James the Destroyer on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 12:24:00 PST |
Whoops! I OD’d |
Whoops I odd, shortness of breath, call ambulance, tell my wife I love herError in judgement cut my life, no second chance,no guiding lightI never meant to cause you painI never thought Id be the one ... Posted by James the Destroyer on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 12:36:00 PST |
it's all right where it belongs |
See the animal in his cage that you built, Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye, Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you... Posted by James the Destroyer on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 06:43:00 PST |