

Detroit times, first partWoke up late one Sunday night, Looked at myself and almost went blind.Detroit times, first part
Dark and lethal the Val banged threw, The nails forced down, With pastels rubbing cruel,
Depriving my will she knew what to do.
The delta twins, grew less blue, Covered by hurt, imprinted profound. Lockets cut, to postponing our pain.
Hate myself, who was that kid? Juggling cue balls and breaking the cake. Forget myself, the rock’s nowhere.
Pools and cockatiels, made dreams run true. Watched by the no ones, pale and confused,
In the basement, the dog did play.


aftermathTwisted and broken, my thoughts slip though my fingers. I dream of the future, and wonder around the forest of my thoughts. No more falling, no more hurt. Numbness returns, and the hope fades. The blood runs cold, still taste so sweat, I choke on the beauty that is my agony. Tonight I will make my own. What could have been, and what will be, Are questions for doubters. I’ve left this pain, though my soul still cries, Your words like the plagues, got worse each day. I hid, I forgave, and now I’m back on my own. No longer scared to feel the love of a friend, The hurtaftermath
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