somewhere between crying and killing I found that pain is more common then love...
the world isn't worth the paper it signed on... treaties mean nothing when words are poison

trying to die the best way I know...killing time...empty minds...bringing me back just to fuck with me... my blasphemy is the salt in my wounds...

we build our heroes out of iron... to watch them corrode to watch them explode...
good intentions pave the way to hell...but on your third promise they get your soul!

(written in memory of Mrs. Watts...cancer took your body but never broke your spirit...thank you for the gift of words...I will see you again...Rick of splintered reality)