my hometown is poisioness...

it is home... but not one to be comfortable in.

a dark cloud of disapointment hangs over it, as the roads are covered in shattered green and brown bottles that had been leaked out to the very last drop of alcohol. it is surrounded by vultures that eagerly await their next victim taken...if you young its probably suicide, substance abuse, domestic violence or a speeding car.... if you old it is due to old age, sickness or sometimes the same as the young. however the young go before the old causing a rush of anxiety to curse through my veins.

dont get me wrong their are good to be remembered. like car shows, community functions, stage plays....

but the aim is always to get out of my hometown before it too sucks you in...