February 12, 2012 Nick Engvall

Sin City Savior


Haven’t picked up a pen for months so let me repent, met the angel of death, seemed heaven sent.

Bright brown eyes showed me her soul, light at the end of the tunnel like an eclipse, black hole

Her curves speaking to me like sign language, translated through her eyes, pure anguish

Down the lonely road of poor choices we’re all numb to the sounds of truthful voices

Bury our truth with the nearest vice, they say misery loves company but only for the right price

“Hey Baby, you lookin for love?” Yeah, but the kind of me is uncharacteristic of…

Pick your squalor under these Vegas lights, any escape will do, just trying to wrong my rights

Dodging reality with every bite, no hickies on my neck girl, still got a few nights

Buried in the drunkenness of a sober mind, praying to the devil, this woman’s so damn fine

Praying to God for salvation as she slips on that fur. Money on the night stand. “Call me anytime you’re in town, baby. Love always, Lucifer”


Nick Engvall

Nick Engvall is a sneaker enthusiast with over 15 years of experience in the footwear business. He has written for publications such as Complex, Sole Collector, and Sneaker News, helped companies like Eastbay, Finish Line, Foot Locker, StockX, and Stadium Goods better connect with their consumers, has an addiction to burritos and Sour Patch Kids, and owns way too many shoes for his own good.

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