Throat cut ,blood spewing out
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
* Not for children.
The road to Hell is more like a slide until you start to feel the burn of friction.
say rock bottom is when you stop digging yet i still keep a shovel
A haphazard short story liberally based on the words of the incomparable, Queen.
The prologue to a memoir I have been writing for the past two years of a very dark time in my life. Told in present tense. It’s not exactly suitable for children, or anyone for that matter. It can be ...
A poem about addiction, travel in off beat sing song rhyme
How I relapsed on heroin with Mickey and met Julie.
Source: http://jaallison.blog
I have never taken heroin willingly, only morphine in a hospital. I have never understood why I have panic attacks about the stuff but please don't misunderstand this one. This one could equally be ca...
I sit in this ghost town of a house where you remain encrypted in the walls and floors. I find our similarity in the blood stains in the bathroom and the doors. I walk into your room and feel this pit...
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
* Not for children.
The road to Hell is more like a slide until you start to feel the burn of friction.
say rock bottom is when you stop digging yet i still keep a shovel
A haphazard short story liberally based on the words of the incomparable, Queen.
The prologue to a memoir I have been writing for the past two years of a very dark time in my life. Told in present tense. It’s not exactly suitable for children, or anyone for that matter. It can be ...
A poem about addiction, travel in off beat sing song rhyme
How I relapsed on heroin with Mickey and met Julie.
Source: http://jaallison.blog
I have never taken heroin willingly, only morphine in a hospital. I have never understood why I have panic attacks about the stuff but please don't misunderstand this one. This one could equally be ca...
I sit in this ghost town of a house where you remain encrypted in the walls and floors. I find our similarity in the blood stains in the bathroom and the doors. I walk into your room and feel this pit...