Low riders of night

Tungsten Black

Mask on, prone to no light

Cocked back

Single hand taking a life


Levels of insanity

Crazed for another puff

Demon with no humanity

Simply can’t get enough


Give me more

Show me gore

Spill it and laugh

Cut him in half

Stuff him with gravel

That’s not a road to travel


Bruises and exhaustion

Next step taken with no caution

Overwork my emotions

Break down with even more devotion


At the end of it all, blood stained concrete

I thought I was done

Scared, I shot myself with my own Glock 41

Secretive life that is never-ending. 


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