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How when your life starts to spin out of control
You barely notice
How you can never really pin point the moment
When things got out of hand
Or you choose not to
Metal rings placed
chains laced
around my
hands, legs, feet and waist.
How many times will I let this happen?
How many times can I let my family
be disgraced?
At the time,
I was in an odd place
mentally.
I vaguely remember getting high
with a close friend.
I closed my eyes for five minutes,
and then we were walking down Kinsrow.
The air reeks of the forgotten
Slowly sinking, wasting
Among them stand one
One not just one but two
One fades out the other fades in
It looks like it’s one but its two
Come home my sister,
Come home my brother;
Let these dark days be over,
And light shine upon the pathway
That carries you on its back,
To the warming house you know.
A cloaked figure shadows,
The faint smell
Of tobacco. That hated smell,
Forever fused into
Skin, sheets and Mind.
Last night,
Every flashing light
Every piercing shriek
Every bass note from the
The feel of the keyboard Is like the piano keys
How I make music with words
That no one wants to hear
They continue to disappear
Like Forbidden Fruit
Can anyone dare to ever take a bite
New Mexico dreams can’t shake the salt from the icy New York streets, and I might need glasses ‘cuz I can’t see straight. Too many empty glasses, ‘cuz I can’t see straight.
