Stupid writings

Don't know where else to put this. Please feel free to move it.

Blood shot eyes
Looking back from dusty mirrors
As a dried out soul
Seeking dew in the desert
We walk for salvation but stray from Him
Forgetting his grace in our battle for love
Seeking an escape in images
To not deal with the pain
Creating a world
Where we can live on empty fumes
Trying to fill the tank
One dollar at a time
Never understanding why
We run dry...


His head on my chest
As I laid down in your bed
My hands on his chest
Feeling every rib
under his skin
Still have the teeth marks on my soul
and a ink drawing
That is not yet permanent
Feeling the needle and the last breath
At the wrong place in the world
A beer poured on the ground
And arms to short
Once again not able to be there.