Her life was a shy kinda eye
That outwardly shines
The collective
Mind with debt to fringe
A relentless high.... the best of my binge. Lil high hopes....
A tinge ....of gold and rolling
Aftertoke chokes.
A crimson smoke that shows
I live like I'm broke....

Interest in the after league.
But demons breathe and freeze when provoked...
Need me. Know....
I'm seeing reasons why I can never be your dream or your hopes...
Being as clear. I cant tell you I'm dope.
There it is. Mister gablehouse.
Your on the end of your rope