My eyes weigh down
as the liquor burns
crimson in the fleeting
night.

Five hours and the time
will be near the beach
when we were lost to
the sadness of the east.

Yet I degress as I walk through
clouds of youth gone by.
Only to find that a bullet
and an explosion is
all that I have left.

The only righteous hope
I have is nothing but
pain.

03/02/2008

Posted on 03/02/2008
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