aceblade's works for Sunday, August 21, 2011

it's the small things in life that make the most sense, my seet Lily's laughter, while she sit's and blows kisses, it's the smell of my wife's food on the stove, it's knowing what's known, after the doctor has told, it's the report card that comes after nine long weeks, it's the smile on my son's... Sign in to see full entry.

not to many people go where I go, dark place, grounds hot, ain't no damn snow, smoke rises int the midnight air, beasts chase me and I don't run or scare, I try to let them catch me quick, to make things end, fangs sink deep, fountains of blood that flow like rivers, sky is black, and there is no... Sign in to see full entry.

I remember the days of tasting Jim Beam on my lips, nicotine rushed up from my fingertips, took out my anger and swung at air, at the enemy I couldn't see, cause he was never there, he hid in a bottle without a care, he was my bestfriend at times, but never made things better, it's been ten long... Sign in to see full entry.