Enyone Have A Spare

They hear…

Declaring there blood sacrifices…

Souls sold for a way out of poverty…

Somersaults into my own past scars…

Hearing the same car crash in the curcomfrence…

Nothing is ever around till they need…

Once they take…

They take off wind blow sounds…

I’m little now like before…

Making my own wars…

Bleeding old self bleeding…

 

 

Old love life was a board game…

Played by outside mumbles…

Don’t lie to me…

I said to a hand gun…

Chairs broken…

I hated how they were looking…

pointing at my black ravens grave yard…

All the good in this world…

Should help you…

Not critically force you…

 

 

I live it how I wanna die…

Fucking spies……..