Gutless: The Breaker

  Shut the door, you don't have to see me Wrapped in a sheet of idle self-pity. Don't want you to see me half-dead on the floor. My screaming is muffled, my eyes have been dried. And it feels like a fever That I rarely wake from. Don't think that I hate you, I'm dying … Continue reading Gutless: The Breaker


Gutless: Places, People

  Always getting by with borrowed guitar amps And constant dependency on the success of friends, Friends I hardly talk to. Dismissing ambition, having a bowl, drinking a steely. Safe and sound. Yet I worry about mom's back pains, and I worry about the drugs my siblings take when I'm not around. Nothing feels as … Continue reading Gutless: Places, People