1,983 and Counting

“1,983 AND COUNTING” whores by the millions smiling as you sharpen the knife ready to stab me inside my wound one man murdered your mentality I now pay for it it is a gift I can’t return the reflection holds your regret you wait to return the favor love is the fire that burns you I can’t say I don’t feel your anger I myself have held regret it’s in our blood but not everything is pain there has always been good that’s why we keep trying we’re wired differently each of us adapting to our frowns all we can do is live in what was By: Chicano Eddie 8-7-2016