i swear he stormed into the bar like a fist in my face turning over tables kicking chairs out from under the long standing rumor that i belonged to this place the only thing that saved me was the primal instinct to bolt for the door while his back was turned catching my breath a … More bloodshot

my empire of dirt

the fresh tracks mark the footfall of a wounded beast staggering in a frantic pace to escape the pain to erase the trail hoping that the hounds of hell are confounded by the misleading smell of death upon his lips oh where oh where is the sanctuary for the wounded for the downtrodden trampled underfoot … More my empire of dirt