Comments about Don Longshore
Over The Edge
The doctors think they can treat me;
Give me chemicals, alter my brain.
They don't understand that I don't feel pleasure, only pain.
I've been told I killed sixteen, but I'm pretty sure there's more;
The open dirt in the yard gave count,
They didn't check next door.
My skin prickles with the thought
Of auburn hair, fair skin, and lace