8 February 2013
Rhaspy vocals, tired and worn. Working weekdays, morals torn.
Concience broken, almost done. Singing in bars since 21.
Needles sting and tablets burning. For heavens door, a man left yearning.
Life through eyes of a souless man. Trading health in for half a can.
Sinful ways, he has a few. Living life on dead end avenue.
~Larko
Dead End Avenue. • Opuss № I