public enemiesA Poem by joshua deathdealer06/2011
two worlds apart, separate lives
tangled on the battle front bodies lay mangled at our hands oh the forest we have torn down desperately trying to reach each other oh the cities we have laid to waste only to be in each others arms acting on our criminal attributes reduced to our primal instincts now we're riding around, raining terror our bullets shower in waves they will never take us alive, my love feeling like a scene Bonnie & Clyde our essence is on this long road our liveliness beats from the speakers you laugh at the blue lights in the mirror pointing at the absurd billboards the scenery flies by in perfection in this moment I am truly happy please don't wake me up © 2011 joshua deathdealerAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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