Deadwood I fear of falling prey to my mothers demons Men and booze and its my fault Men and bruises and asphalt Do we see what others do not see? Are we blind to to the strange fruits in the trees? My shadow's been the same length since fourteen I said "I'm strong" but let him back in, lies fall like teeth
Conflict I'm not so religious anymore The thought of God making me, Giving me free choice, Then punishing me if I choose not to worship him my whole #life long, I don't know, it put a sour taste in my mouth. Or maybe that's blood. Or metal. I get the two confused.