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Written for my mother a few years ago.

This woman has the uncanny ability to take all my cares and worries away, simply with a touch of her hand.

My one hand holds the whiskey My other hand holds the gun And I cried out to the heavens I am not my father’s son. There are too many ques..

We are dirt We are alone You know we’re far from sober Don’t be like us Don’t be ugly We take the pain We take the punishment ..

I wrote this several years ago when I believe I was in love with a certain woman.

I started to spin Before I knew it I had left my body My mind free floating Towards some unknown destination The tapping on my window Snaps me b..

It’s cold and dark inside this lonely place. The sound of drums drowns out my thoughts As I slowly slip into madness. My hatred builds as my ..