Evicted….
From
A Soul
Constricted
I’m scared of your thoughts
Of your opinions
Of your eyes that solemly glisten
Of you seeing my on the television
I’m scared of the bliss you send
When I’m on a pillar of salt
in the deep dark gap of the Nile
12-31: I’ve counted down the days ‘til I could wave goodbye to that early grave. 01-01: the weather hasn’t changed, but the story’s over; it’s time to turn the page. I was not born with a strong voice; it’s never been one to boom. But I’ll be damned to go out quiet, if it’s the only thing I’ll lose.
Like a beaten, battered and torn loveless soul, I embrace my city of New Orleans.
Life is like a waterfall - You never know if you gonna fall. Into water. And drown to fucking death!