when you’re out, sell your lucky one
so no one can leave
don’t you like what you’re fleeing
enough to keep it?
only hope till your coffin’s warm
don’t hardly speak
time a little time
and you clutch to the heat
**half credit/ inspiration to J. Vernon**
Entries Tagged as 'worsty'
baby
December 17th, 2009 · 2 Comments
No one turns for me.
July 31st, 2009 · 2 Comments
When the whole crowd is circulating such that soon everyone is covered in blood, and I call for him
Fearful Frank! Fearful Frank!
No one turns for me.
No one turns for me.
July 31st, 2008 · 2 Comments
When the whole crowd is circulating such that soon everyone is covered in blood, and I call for him
Fearful Frank! Fearful Frank!
No one turns for me.