Off Road

Sun, 12/29/2013 - 01:59 -- kris03


Drinking late, but it's really just morning.

Partying hard with only one participant. 

Feeling dead when my body still breathes; these are my sad memories.


A childhood lost in a sea of Gin.

Vision blurred by a cloud of smoke.

Bags dampened by flowing tears; these are my sad remedies.


At last a sight I squint to see.

Light soaks my coming path.

A hand reaches up to me; this is my sad ending.


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