Blood Money

Dirty money is hard to clean With blood still dripping

Jinxed

Rotten luck Worse than cracking mirrors

Scavengers Like vultures

There is danger here That yearns to be recognized

I drift off soundly Not a care at all

Every smile was graceful and helped erase the memories.

I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine

Darkness falling Glass breaks

Without much feeling, without much feeling, he wondered why.

Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat