One Way Streets

My head is hung down in shame again, I know you’re fucking sick of hearing it, And I’m tired of burdening my friends, They’re supposed to be my reason to live. In a perfect world there would be no me, Then everything could revolve around you. That’s the meaning of perfect apparently, I only hurt […]

Ghost Of The Fog

A ghost in the fog creeps to my front door, Slipping through the cracks into my room, Waking up unexpectedly, and oh so soon, To the patter of baby’s feet on the floor. I find the loaded pistol in my top drawer, Only by the guiding light of the full moon, I shoot twice and […]