purdue seems far
if you bring the guns i'll bring the guilt and we'll smear the mess that is our lives. tomorrow morning when we wake from the chaos the burned down ashes will be smeared as crosses across our brows. vent. then repent. i cannot wait to terminate the ache of fate that spins like plates fragile in the wind blowing so hard in a city so far from a home so long ago that i wanted to flee but as the leaves change so do the feelings change and i left a fragile way that was better than this may ever be. we'll see. but being still is a thrill others will on weekends but me i need to wrap my mind around kinetic energy to free the daily drone of humming a mindless groan and dreaming of empty thrones in a kingdom i once exposed to be nothing but something someone should have smashed to pieces on the punk rock.
posted by fillshe @ 11:19 PM
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