Originally posted on WILDsound Writing Festival:
Rest in peace to my forgotten ideas Ideas that may have been genius Ideas that maybe have gotten me to go somewhere with my dumb fucking life My dumb broke life My rich, genius, forgotten ideas The poor things must be cold So forgotten, so alone Maybe someone can…
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Originally posted on WILDsound Writing Festival:
The end, like this; Red colours and sirens Handcuffs as I walk in Moving to my cell I heave a sigh of deep relief Today my demons won Tonight my exorcism will be complete Officers and Wardens Still unaware of my motive Yet no rebuke, no chide… May 11th…
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