Sliding down the wall
I saw a smart guy’s face across the floor
He was scared of the drug dragging him to the underworld
We were both once young and laughing
Till that blazing blade and suture needle
Came first in the race to make us thirsty for the mouthwatering days on the hype
Special needs.
And six months of bad behavior.
Waiting on the Savior. Waiting for the train. Not that usual wild - through one taking us back to fun, magnetism and rock’n’roll streets of our damn young souls – just to back up the mighty of the world.
For the one that’ll take us back to the days of innocence and purity, that damn place with no synthetic skin, no synthetic wonders.
Yappy flu
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