A minute till midnight

Skipping hearts on the corner of 5th and vein Step right, left or off But don't let it mingle in the middle Kiss the glass bye and leave the last bit of you on the edge Let your sight eclipse Swollow,...

Many came to watch the burn of the morning blaze but... The shooting stars that lead them there, were just flares thrown from last option guns Painting Morris code upon the red ash sky They watched...

I should have never accepted this invitation... All the lights spilled like tipping glasses But he stood out more then his size 11's Guns kissing his hips, loaded up on shots Eyes like dead suns,...

Such a sad state of affairs, claustrophobic in her speech. One of those “X” marked for defect; she wasn't made like the rest. Upon the skin you could see her text. One line for every breath, in...