they probably should have put me down
like a sick animal
The crash
Those February Stars
I know it was not much that it was imperfect scarred and insufficient but still it was all that I had
Flame out
If you see the devil tonight, remind him that we had a deal.
Them
They walk They talk They drink and eat and eat They move arms legs mouths feet They wag their tongues like tails They give and take but mostly take They make demands They bark out orders They capitulate Each one of them acting exactly the same They insist that they are just like me but I still have my doubts
Getting down
There are days where every other breath is a heaving sigh. This being is still far too heavy with your memory.
Still trying
