Monthly Archives: March 2014

Insides Outsides, Outsides New

The day is dark
The dark is night
Without my fists
I have no fight

Without my fists
I use my vowels
In my shakes
Are blackened bowels

Hell and fortune
Came to me
The day you left
So I was free

But freedom
Was a hefty price
The burn was wide
The smell was nice

But nothing lives
On platitudes
Those guns are high
Their bullets new

You kill the horse
And run the world
Find the circus
Get the girl

While I die
A boring fate
Gone too long
Left too late