The Last Show
This is dedicated to my friend, Brent Brooks, he passed away in October of 2008. Brent was a talented artist with a most gentle soul. I miss him terribly.
Rest in peace brother.
The Last Show
the show
dark
the mood
dispair
lights down
no one their
noises slow
the aritst
alone
going home
rooms on loan
no debri
yes the rooms
me
the town
run
off the ground
be around
please
peaceful
a black sky
hostility
a lie
anger
just as such
no one paid much
just you
and wreckless time
the night
mine
opinions
no respit
no beginnings
just ends
locked doors
just the bums
and the whores
smells of smoke
rootbeer floats
the last minute looker
that left with the hooker
temptation
the quit
you spit
never purge
never again
the drive home
so alone
there was no moon
I painted your doom
I waited
to hear
I waited
to cry
you laid down
to die
you felt me
I hear you
too sorry
don't be gone
she is right
you know
everything is wrong
c.manuszak2009
The Last Show
Sometimes there is no way to accept things, you just have to move on, but you don't really have to accept everything.
Suicide leaves behind a lot of chaos and pain.
"Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they’ll listen now
I could of told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you"
Don McLean
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