• fletch 5w

    Liberation seems to be rare
    I cant shake the taste of blood in my mouth
    Choking on the roots of despair
    As my dreams all head south

    Eating pills trying to reconcile with the past
    But life beckons for no man
    Always been the one to come in last
    As I jaywalk without a plan

    Caught in the mist of the trenches
    Where choices must be made
    My aching heart quenches
    As pride leaves me betrayed

    Where time counts my sins
    An alibi is needed
    The devil on my shoulder grins
    Knowing his job is succeeded

    ©fletch