Sunshine.

[from sketchbook:]

Sunshine
is hard to come by
when your heart just
ain't mine

No guns
for Peter!

DENTAL

i don't get it is it political or what

This messenger has lost his way back home
Mirrored manuscripts from the fall of Rome
His eyes entwined
With the sickly sweet memories of life
fucked by friendship & ruled by vice
He is nobody's and he is nobody
He's got nobody and he likes it
So dry your tears
He can't feel them running
Running down your cheek
The messenger kills himself.