untitled abstraction by camo

Ghosts don't need to feel, this punishment is for the living
The old concrete bags lining the creek, holding the road up and off my path
The time not working hurts more than the broken leg
Living with you permanently may be a bigger mistake than staying with her was
Shear panic and cold sweat as the world shrinks and consciousness grows
My old boy purrng with his eyes closed and his claws kneading my shoulder
Them there's fightin' words
A pile of things I don't need that I won't get rid of
She answered the phone and seemed so happy it was me
If you stand up to everything you'll get knocked down a lot more, sure you wanna fall that much?