F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

.no title sorry.

time holds a loaded gun to my head warm words can't stop the freeze i just feel sorry for all the murky, smog-filled sunsets you'll never get to see toxic cause and nauseating effect, beaten and bound and left on the side of the road for dead now we're shooting golden bullet holes in the velvet black sky and you're too busy sweating like a criminal on the stand they're all technological zombies lost in a digital sea pull the plugs in their heads and watch it collapse and decay this city is a sin and their own devils waking up asleep and falling asleep awake every dream has its thorns

- F.T.WillZ-must-die