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west purgatory
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From Darker Times I attract so much chaos in my life
and never so much as try
to struggle and strive with honor
and respect was my simple goal
but I failed miserably
the imperfect soul weakens when
starved of love
there is a sadness that overwhelms my soul
clouding my judgment
I no longer feel whole
silently I sit in a a self constructed prison
my rooms decor reflects my madness
my poetry try's to describe my insanity
but nothing I can write can convey the loss I feel
a empty rig laying on the table an a loaded vein
with whiskey for a chaser
the pain numbs an slowly fades
black ink flows across a white page
oh yes burning bridges
is something I do well
don't preach to me
of your hell
for my address is
left side of the road
last house on the hill
west purgatory
~ D Donner ~
Poets Are Unique
another word for fuckups - then we write about it and fuck up a Screen or Page. It's a life's work! :D