RAiiN,BEYOND THE DYING SUN..

Death does not sadden my spirit too much..
(perhaps, it is because I was shot in the chest..)
I realize now the act does not alarm me, but rather the aftermath..
I have died a thousand deaths
over the years..crying..nightmares..trying to go between
heaven and hell..
But end up being smashed like an index finger caught in the
choke hold of a heavy duty door„,

surlysweetness:

70s and 80s and maybe even 90s babies know what I’m talking about. You know, that not-so brief period in urban fashion when women would go to extreme lengths to paste their bangs and sideburns to their face and claim that it was a result of their questionable Cherokee heritage. The days when…