They've made contact
again
and as long as it exists
All we have is time.
about time to release
the hell hounds
crack the whip
to stop my twitching eyes
focus
for a minute
and see the fucked up face
that is the road.
Drive into the mouth
avoid the tounge
I'll be seeing you
quicker than a snake
catches its meal
slyer than any time I've become
one bottle richer
harder than the fall from up here
all the tiny specs
turn into trees
and I am at your door
dripping and
drunk on miles
let me in, dear
2 comments:
I like it. How come you did not tell me you write?
I dont know how I got you to love me. But as long as you do I dont need anybody else.
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