Goner
#61
February
3,
2001
If
I
sit
here
and
continue
to
let
this
anger
fire
this
depression.
If
I
sit
here
and
close
my
eyes
and
choose
to
see
blood.
I'm
a
goner.
My
flesh
will
burn
in
a
field
for
a
long
time.
I
don't
know
where
to
go
from
here;
feeling
like
a
stone
cast
off
the
side
of
the
road,
from
here
you
can't
see
anything
amongst
the
dust
and
crabweed
just
memories
of
things
buried
deep
in
the
dirt
where
the
soil
is
darker
and
has
a
heartbeat
of
its
own,
sometimes
stronger
then
your
own
beware..