bassbastard

Brew

Coffee to the left prescription bottle to the right. water close at hand the chemicals keeping me going my own witches brew

T Time

I was threatened with death again.Threatened with a visit from an old friendHe was as confused as was ITo be threatened with

Before the sword

I am cast outfallingyou’ll find me burningbefore you find me crawling vile deceiverscreamingReality rawEden was man lost dreaming Just creationnaturebuilt in instincts

Brittle Ones

Plastic patriots melting at the first sign of firescreaming battle cries when held from what they desireinconvenience the hardship of the suburban

Battle Scars

I walk with an emotional limpBattle-scarred soul with shrapnel dug deepHealing isn’t always clean I have to decide which limbs I want