Desert death

Whiskey laced breath with a noose of nylon to cut deeper and deeper into my flesh.No chance at redemption for an outlaw.Monster feared.Blame bleeding me past the point of trying to survive.Hell raised.I will not fight the beasts away because with a laugh I will watch it all weave me to my early grave.A young 27 in a desert of dying dreams.Never to redeem an honor they cannot see.You left my arms only to sell me out.Trusted the devil in your seductive green eyes laced with petty lies.You hurt me so well and led me to hell.Can you hear that snapping of my neck and does it give the w***e in you rest.You wished me the best guess you meant to bid me a do.But I will swallow your bitter sins for you but do not plan to sleep well tonight because I will be in that pit of flames waiting for you my sweet forever....your still due for your endeavors.Could say I love you but f**k you dear and your mindless followers to.

Reviews

[dan]

Becky, You write with such unbridled intensity my monitor seemed as if it was about to burst into flames. Have you ever heard of 'stream of consciousness' writing? That's kind of the way that you write (and there's nothing wrong with that) and it is very hard to do while still making sense. I give you a lot of credit for writing directly from your heart to the page. A ton of writers are not committed or courageous enough to do that. You have a special talent, keep using it, please? take care...dan

[Darkened_drear]

Thank you Dan:)I try to keep my writing worth reading because it is the only talent I take pride in.It is my escape.The only relief I find from my inner demons