Pain
Dec 11, 2020
Lonely as a ghost
hit by a train,
nothing’s
quite the same
again
six beers in
this stinkin’ sin of despair
contaminates the very air;
rain smears and soaks
everywhere, I turn
Lonely as a ghost
hit by a train,
nothing’s
quite the same
again
six beers in
this stinkin’ sin of despair
contaminates the very air;
rain smears and soaks
everywhere, I turn
I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can