Is This The Beginning Of A Dead-End Alley?
isolated, left in a discarded home.
Love never guarantees order in
the orderless, especially if alcohol is involved.
before you reinvent yourself.
lonely? A white wall never says hello. I am
the asshole who cannot drop anything.
I will try twice as hard.
Take the dog out and kill it.
Is this the beginning of a dead-end alley?
A city never had the chance to make a sound.
It is the act of killing that makes drunk rage?
Or is it the drunk that makes the killing an act of passion?
The dead cannot share their stories.
There is nothing passionate about death.