The poems in this collection were born out of disillusionment, monotony, depression, anxiety, darkness, and rage; crafted in Doc Martens and flannel. I am Generation X, and the writings in this book represent this time period in all its dark beauty.
Note: This is very old poem. Don’t remember what it’s about. Fade Memories in color fade to gray as they take their place on the top shelf of eternity. Out of sight. Out of mind. For safe keeping.