As Yet Untitled

By Stone Bryson

Standing in a lonely hallway

watching shadows bounce off the wall...

where did I go wrong?

Making love to spirits

forgetting all that made me sad...

did I treat you bad?

Driving down the highway

thinking life is quite a waste...

it’s your lips I always taste.

Didn’t know I loved you

till I couldn’t stand the pain..

wondering if I’ll make it or if I’ll go insane.

When touch another guy

trying to find another start...

who really has your heart?

Looking at the shadows,

they’re fucking with my head...

am I better off alive, or should I be dead?

Copyright © 2006 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written March 1984

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