The morning of the night before wake up embraced to a New Orleans whores Lost in thoughts of personal wars I was filling the chilled sore.

‘Two hundred years’!

The world is a crazy place these days Politicians speak double talk It makes my head spin You say I really should let the cat in All I want to do is run away

Daniel Smith, was in a drug bust and the judge sentenced him three months in rehab. Would he recover from his drug addiction? Satire. School project.

I'm not sure if God would forgive me. My soul was now bonded to this earth that poeple walked upon. Now looking back, I realized that I don't feel any pain. I felt alive.

Written because of personal experiences and inspired by a few online suicidal friends on various websites

a different take on a funeral