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Hobo... Mothers child, born to a world,Hobo... by ~Deviash86
Foreign and divided, starving
Looking on at the monstrous giants walking by,
He thinks to himself,
Life isn’t that great after all.
Hes all grown up now,
Or so he thinks
Hes a child of 16, sucking on his first cigarette
Feel my pain he says,
But no ones there to hear him
Hes old and withered now,
Alone on his decrepit rocking chair
Smoking his last cigar
Knows his time is near,
He kisses himself goodbye
As the memories of a lifetime shower down upon him
Knowing.. that the life he led,
Had let him down.
30 Seconds Attack ! For a beautiful lie it was,30 Seconds by ~Deviash86
The kill that followed,
Was it a dream ? The fantasy ?
My saviour from yesterday
The story re-evolves
A modern myth
Nothing more than a battle of one
The hunter of oblivion
Welcome to the universe
93 million miles from here
The end of the beginning
Fix the sky a little, its Buddha for Mary
On the wrong side of the tracks
why arent we running ?
Default this.....
Ramblings of drunk insomnia Fireworks blooming in the night sky in suspended motionRamblings of drunk insomnia by ~Deviash86
like chinatown liberated from itself.
beggars on the street , resplendid with their meager coins of a days work,
lonely melancholics, staring into the night,gazing into the fog filled starry night,
the makings of a wonderful tale.
security guards, snoring blissfully in their dreamless sleep, as blissful as ignorance be.
insomniacs, pondering their next adventure, subdued on a natural high,
swaying with the wind, the bonebags walk, releasing their guilt along with their late night fried chicken,
couples coyly proving to each other that "words may never hurt me",
where sticks and
Neutral 
Sta.sh
