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Asphalt kiss/D.N.R
"Rounds of hot lead oozes from the barrel of a gun
Like blood flowing from a laceration; for some it's instant death, for the unfortunate it's a gaping wound, never the less, they all fall hard against the unforgiving pavement; it's as if
the ground impatiently reaches up to greet them, the angry asphalt bestowing a painful kiss."
"Deadly and perpetual is the burn of road rash
as two wheels become none; sliding on the black top, sheering off
tender flesh like course sand paper, ribbons of flesh melt in the mid-day' sun."
"The essence of a lie can be life changing; she swore
to love him forever, through thick and thin,
O so untrue this angel flew.
In indescribable agony he nose dives off the roof of
their condo, there's a scream of fear, and then a wet casplat,
heartbeat gone.
The mangled corpse lies broken like a rose vase bashed against the floor"
I ponder these things as I must sit forever in this fucking chair, yea I'm still alive but who cares, everyones trials are difficult no matter how large or small, but the next time I am found, just lay my body on the ground.
Like blood flowing from a laceration; for some it's instant death, for the unfortunate it's a gaping wound, never the less, they all fall hard against the unforgiving pavement; it's as if
the ground impatiently reaches up to greet them, the angry asphalt bestowing a painful kiss."
"Deadly and perpetual is the burn of road rash
as two wheels become none; sliding on the black top, sheering off
tender flesh like course sand paper, ribbons of flesh melt in the mid-day' sun."
"The essence of a lie can be life changing; she swore
to love him forever, through thick and thin,
O so untrue this angel flew.
In indescribable agony he nose dives off the roof of
their condo, there's a scream of fear, and then a wet casplat,
heartbeat gone.
The mangled corpse lies broken like a rose vase bashed against the floor"
I ponder these things as I must sit forever in this fucking chair, yea I'm still alive but who cares, everyones trials are difficult no matter how large or small, but the next time I am found, just lay my body on the ground.
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