hate guts


the whispering of Friday friends.

we all move through this darkness.
sometimes pubs and drugs help.
sometimes nothing helps.

I still wonder why
it becomes mine.

faithless.
wheels.
turning.
into faith.

mud doubt and almost whispering love.

the stage is set.
practice fast.
kinda say the werd:
forever.
kinda say the werd:
gone.

weekends,
and everything,
just need us.

it won't be long.