Thrash, maul, no control. What you did came too late.Particularly sad kind of fate.Deer caught in the headlights.Soul surrounded by darkest blights.Marks upon your once clean flesh.Crisscross like a scarred mess.Causing fail to seep on in. Thrash, maul, no control.Trapped alongside, broke overhaul. Words spoken that had no value.They condemn you to the gallow.Twisted secondsContinue reading “Overfool”
Monthly Archives: Jan 2022
Thank you!
As you might be able to guess from the title there is no content being posted here. Instead this is simply a short thanks. Thank you from me to you for all the views, likes and comments in 2021. You don’t know how much it means to me that anyone looks at what I postContinue reading “Thank you!”
Simon A Jackson - Writer 