My eyelids slowly collapse as dense smoke fills my lungs
I look around me and in the darkened hours I am hung
Conglomerating lost souls; with no substance they roam
I see the sick dogs, and at their mouths forms a thick foam
Pale are the nights in the city of the lost
Although streets are hot, its paved in the name of frost
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I admire psycho stuff. Stay in the flow. Nice!
Love this PoeticPsycho - Syd
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