Dia De Los Muertos

Dia De Los Muertos A Tribute to Myself My thoughts are of despair as I hear the clicking of metal and feel the ice cold clamp tight around my wrists. The American dream has become a reality cloaked in a fortuneless future where freedom is only seen in the passing tide. With my head between my knees and my hands wrapped around my neck old number six is just but a speck, because in the end we are all just dead.