Last Rites.

the steady percussion arrangement echoed off the dimly light walls of the city. The clanking of her heels onto the pavement had a beat to it that still, to this day is permanently etched onto my heart and to my memory. Slowly but surely this place embraced me with open arms, as each day drags on I slowly feel its clenching claws wrap around my body and smother the only shred of innocence left. The dreary sound of funeral organs played as I looked onto that chiseled piece of granite. A salty droplet fell onto the headstone almost as quick as I got in my car and drove away with nothing but a bitter grin and a pack of squares.

December 07, 2004