Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Fiercest Foes

Woe betide the miserable fools who chasticed my broken soul

Forever forgive my mothers love, be gone my fathers ruin

Chalk marks, decipher sounds, gravel grazes on knees

A rusted punt, gang warfare lungs, a choking masterstroke

One bright day, one lamplit corner, we are Lost Souls Forever.