Milk and honey

Still fighting the war, is this what life is and if so what for? battles to win? triumphs and then we begin to believe that it’s over and it’s not yet begun. making the picture bigger turning the gun and pulling the trigger but no one wants to make that mistake. never full of doom…

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Pain turns everything white

Something hysterical or maybe it’s classical music. I’m in the shower room plotting an overthrow this body just has to go soon. It all turns to dust, the days are getting shorter the night’s are much tighter I long for the lighter mornings to come. Something hysterical or me waxing lyrical while the sun burns…

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