Deeply Held Nightmares

In dark shadows and Murky deapth Sharp teeth with Brusing bite Useless fight Stength ebbs Preassure builds Punch of opportunists The pull of flesh The tight band of death Cascading Over soft eyes and Realization This is it Nothing Left but Lungs sucking At Adam's Ale.



When I see cops I think of sharks Predatory beasts Indiscriminately Looking for a meal It’s a matter of fact They are going To get someone They are looking for someone They are hungry Wanting Needing To do their Jobs There is no telling If it’s going to be Me or not I could have …