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”