50 Shades of Train

People know you ride when she rolls into a town, with you drenched in grease. Your face smudged in dirt. Your fingernails are deep black. You ramblin' train tramp.

Mystery Man

My face is my face, but I am still a ghost, yes, I am still a ghost.

Sentimental Scribblings

Immersed in the wax, Scribbling, writing emotions, Leaving marks behind...

Crimson Tides of Sun

I wake on lumber. Crimson embers light the sky, as she sleeps on steel.

Freedom is Blind

Gorgonize my ears With that sudden wrench of steel Blind me with freedom

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