understanding the junky mentality
This shallow storm ........a habitual fire, a habitual offender blessing for the crimes that where foretold? could you go back and warn your self or would that be self destruction the essence of this is to make it our own .........lessing the degrees of sepration or maybe these words are minipulations of them selfs ...... moveing back and fourth over the same wounds best to forget ...... the hands on this clock are sticky driping with a memory stuck in minutes that became day as fingure tips move over paper perstiant and egotistcal what leaves us all seacrhing for our own ghosts.........i learned the trade from those before me but pretended that it was some grand invention this whisky is my water like a comunion to christ hanging peace on the wall ..... hands that opened like buterfly wings.....came home with a party in your head and cryed holly wood tears backing up all your expection even heavan is tired of angels you know ......some would say we where never hear at all ..........when you can see your breath in the summer time you'll no for sure hang your wild years on nail next to your hat and you cane.........stoped in at the liqour store and set across the street luaghing its really hard to understand it neither father nor mother know the workings of truth nor demon or savior ..................... maybe we all where born in the same labatory understanding the junky menatlity cos we are all on the road again
