visions of her angelic smile always tickles the arsonist in me
the sharpest mind to dangerous to be stained
complacent in being,never in spirtuallity
parachutes reign much like augustus,with a darkened sun.
In the midst of the mist I wander
squander the last of my resources,the result
dreams slaughtered,resurgance of the fallen tear drops ive bathed in.
razor wire chain relays that seperate the weak from the astranged
comforting thoughts that reassure pain
though glory is only a heartbeat away
it pays divedends to live dangerously on these trapese streetes
high wire,lime light kites sent back in time to severe ties
her smile is the only sight I need in mind
it drives me wild only if not to anticipate,i neither know nor hate
only prison walls could keep me from her
praying those words that are in our cards
two forms
night and morning
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