It was dusk on a lovely summer night, saw him walking again. shirt half open seemed he did not care, never had a grin. often seen on the corner with signs, screaming things are bad. Every local knows his name, all have tried to help but its sad. lived in an empty ditch for the winter, summer hidden behind a tree. rants of obscene nature has taken course, says hes fuc**ng free. used to be someones brother and son, two even called him pop. dropped out on his own accord, the demons inside wont stop. wished on that falling star, to be at the end of the rainbows gold. hope one day he wakes with a smile, and a better storys told
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 05:55:01 +0000
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