Desert Eagle Drive
357 Desert Eagle drive
Hollow point
A piece of the sky
Everything is Zen
Sequestered in hell
It’s the little things that kill
Stopping power
**** me
Cold against your temple
Hot in your hand
I need to comedown
IKEA and groceries
Feed the dogs
Worlds gone mad
Love and hate
I sleep all day
No one knows me
It all comes down to you
There is no blame
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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