Confessions of a Killer
Brown hills speckled with sage
Between cities in the southwest
A pink sky
A purple mountain
A line down the highway
Turning me brown
I drive my Datsun
Toward nirvana
In the desert
That is where “IT” lives
I have feathers in my hand
And many stand beside me
A caravan of the Dead
Waiting for a concert
The LSD takes its time
We miss you Jerry
Tie died and cigarettes
A road stop
Full of scrounge redheads
Red Rocks.
The Summit
New Orleans-finally
I am gone
Finally I am gone
Color me gone
Color me in purple colors
Just realize that I disappeared
When you were dreaming
I didn’t want to be alone
I cut you a deal
You swore this was killer ****
And I would never have to come back
Stupid choices
Look at the light
I will save you from the confessions of a killer
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