two thousand and six

well thats it
2006 is over, on with 2008

and you think your life just got better

harken! it just got worse.

2007 has gone missing, don't know where we'll find it.

the school is done, the life begun, come

the wolves are baying into the night like jesus baying for our sins.

come come come
come


i'll drink and write and die as such, until your heart is filled, until your measly black death heart is sucked clean.

i do not write of love anymore, love is dead.
i do not write of hate anymore, hate is everything.

we are something that cries us to sleep
we are something that cries to be heaped

on dead end alley streets, unto night time silly
unto nighttime correct