S’more Tales January 8, 2018 Sin City Life Media "S’more Tales"
It’s a new town with new faces. Urban subterfuge in the mist a trail of broken dreams. The man with a face and no name. Set in time of future campfire tales. More homes than trees, roads paved with white lines and lies. A lifeless soul on a mission of no mercy.
A man stops at a bar, a favorite among the locals. With every drink his mission becomes more clear. You can over hear everything, pours another shot. A new friend, with a face and no name. The bartender ask what may I get you? A beer would be fine thank you. Rumor has it the family is not doing to well. Close but not far away. Skelton’s in the closet they say, it’s a shame.
Back streets with yellow light window dressing. A circle around the block, street signs with address. The man with a face with no name. Calls upon no mercy for the endured wickedness. The trauma of everything takes hold, the man has a face no name. Town to town he drifts with thoughts. The scales have been tipped again, judgement weighs in.
