The End of a Journey
days break hands in pieces lies a home. you never could forget the blues in darkest tone there's a gap that strikes death. in alabama backyards foam of memories from yesterday and you're chewing on a bone. those outlived flags flap in the wind a poison and a lie made by your next of kin expecting you to die. and you find yourself in shatters on the other side of oceans. get away. it screams and patters in the dark back of your skull. one last nod to your friends and your family as well. they ask you "where?" and you just answer "hell". on afternoons at beaches far away from home stink of purity and preachers carving tombstones from their bones you packed all your things little boxes full of junk. sprung from promises that you safe kept in your trunk. you put them on shelves and labeled them. quite nice. however worthless now to millions and trashed unrecognised.