Dust
Habit teaches me to fall. So if I tire or expire, it's just my bones I'm breaking. I destroy to make myself happy. My God he just fucks with me. I don't know where I come from, but I find worth in Covington's empty Dixie Press. Andersonville, Fort Pillow, Helter Skelter, fire and forget. I am what I see, I will live and die alone, never have to let go. Automatic out of me: violent thought and violent touch, to leave you with something warm. Warm sun, warm gun I rot in happiness.