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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.