Jul 10, 2004 03:04
To the right of a barren baseball field, after all the liquor was gone, a man was left to bleed to death on a spinning merry-go-round. With two gun shots to the head, and one left for the heart, he spun around in empty shame till the wind picked up his song...
An empty swing stood far apart to idolize the scene. A cut throat knife, a blade to wipe the sins from off the street. A broken bottle with shattered glass scattered throughout the park, a heart in too a million piece each nailed onto the bark...