wicked Tommy crawled four legged into the dark closet wrapped around himself the cobwebs, embraced the dark a dead things' head hung from his necklace of skulls bedded down for eternity, a pillow of dust devils and old rags slept and dreamed of high school holocausts and later, only later would they notice the latticed tattoo in flawless eight point helvetica from forearm to wrist: "I Luv U Mom... yur son Tommy...who u never knew... never even herd my cries... or saw the hate take me... when all i ever hated wer the lies" the family spent the funeral reassuring: "wicked Tommy wasn't wicked at all" just another victim of the fall.
Reason for writing:
for the morbid and misunderstood
Birth sign: Capricorn
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