Title:  Empty

Author:   jmang33
Category:   Thoughts
Keywords:  Death

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Was it on your mind
Lips on your skin, cologne a cheap wine

Every new client
They chip at your soul
Dragged into the mire

Didn’t think twice
To take what was yours
Mouth full of spite

It felt so light
Fists full of lead
Warm brain on…

Blood drips
Moons high

The first shot felt nice
The sound of their screams
Rattled something inside

You can
Take back your life
A little revenge for the
Bruises and bites

Who
Cares if they die
Another cold John
Decomposing at night


Does it feel right
Morals mean shit when your
Empty inside

Empty inside
Didn’t need to think twice
Empty inside




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