This site will self destruct in 2 months, March 17. It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different. All content will be deleted. Backup anything important. --- Staff
|
|
Stare into my crooked eyes see my face all battered and bruised It tells the tale of man bound and tied I want to breathe and breathe others breath I walk through the country side wondering what is to become of me i see horses wag there tails and cows head down in the grass if only i could be as calm as nature i want to steal that feeling and make it mine but i live fast in the streets i drug myself to kill the pain it is a concrete jungle not meant for any man i fight in these streets but my mind wanders to better things my mind takes me places my imagination drags me away from the dismal |
Makes me want to get a six pack and listen to Johnny Cash. Also reminds me to stay outta trouble best I can....| Posted on 2006-10-03 00:00:00 | by Nihilist Weasel | [ Reply to This ] | |