New Lows

Hung Up On The Crossroads

New Lows


I took the road less traveled
So I could make my mark
But as the years have unraveled
I'm blindly idling in the dark
Sharing compass needles
Needlessly in nowhere crowds
Feet dragging on ragged ground
And my heads in the mushroom clouds
Vagabond, bag of bones, bound and gagged
Awkward limbs webbed in caustic skin

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