eve of war



Beneath the insane impulse

waits the insane absolution.



Crush uncertain worth.



Insanity doesn't panic

when blown out on the page.



Fallen away from good times,

it's not OK.



Coins circling the drain:

click the worth.



What soul, written?



Excuses, reasons

to drink one more night.



Suffer the suffering world.



What dreams

insanity realizes.



Got guns,

gumption,



the bomb,

souls made of rain.



America, X function,

eats her brain.



Absent genome for quality goods.



I want to live in the woods.

I want to go away,



some place far.



Deeds hidden:

the script's going too fast.



My heart is breaking.

It's all going too fast