Friday


Red Permanent Marker
Finally my eyes stopped bleeding
With the news the bombs the guns
                                                  they wouldn’t stop
Feed my soul to the dead man in the closet
While the fire consumes the house, I sit back
                                                   And grin
With a heart full of glass and a mind full of knives

Bury your wives in my backyard tonight
Brick dreams, army green, 

NO EXIT.

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