where is that infamous road to recovery?
cuz all i see is a boulevard of broken dreams
and a highway to hell
my legs are growing weak
and I haven't eaten in days
and there's dusty dreams deep
within in my pocket
that i know will never fully wash out
my future is looking awfully bleak
as i feel hell beneath my feet
as it burns through the soles of my shoes
and I can smell a dead humans flesh burning away with his/her hope
leaving nothing but a trail of ashes
for the person after
to follow
down the boulevard of broken dreams
and the highway to hell
in search for that infamous
road to recovery
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Withered Words
PoetryMy words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:
