Sociopath

sunshine bends a knee in vigil seeking absolution's hell the steeper edge of steel balance beam of a trail the driving wheel is Spiked for the kill a heart in trespass rigged like a printing press cut from raw intensity a Bad seed wild and free blood of my blood is destiny's tongue the devil is my kin swimming in gin drowning inside to simply be still sinking deeper into gradual furious and gently we lose will angel’s tears fill my quill shedding the reach of a mind idle regrettable and suicidal a ledge’s last chance to dance this box in need of one last nail leaving with a tourniquet smile defined failure bluffing on a blind no chance of a winner Terry Darcy-Ryan