NO TOOLS
- Dark Poets Club
- Oct 14
- 1 min read
By Deb Lucas
No tools in your head
you suffered the fools
you wished you were dead.
Fucknuts and ghouls.
Shit for brains, dirty veins
no one sees you there
cold and dank city lanes
you’re just a vacant stare
from hollow eyes and empty brain
your silent cries and dirty pain.