max's Journal [entries|friends|calendar] max so tie me to a post and block my ears. i can see widows and orphans through my tears. i know my call despite my faults and despite my growing fears. but i will hold on hope and i won't let you chock on the noose around your neck. and i'll find strength in pain and i will change my ways, i know my name as it's called again. [ userinfo | insanejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | insanejournal calendar ]

monorails [01.20.12 at 1:31p] read 403 post

comments screened. [01.20.12 at 12:29p] when i was seventeen i had wrists like steel and i felt complete, and now my body fades behind the brass charade and i'm obsolete. but if the chance remained to see those better days i'd cut the cannons down. my ears are blown to bits from all the rifle hits, but i still crave that sound. post

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