Rock n’ Roll
lightning.

Shot through from

head to
toe
better to

burn

out than
fade,

fade away.

Floatin’ down
Whiskey river

on
silica burned
canoes.

Fast paced
Holy City
conversations
left wanting

more.

Oh, don’t say
that this might be
the end of
our time here.

It has
only just begun
to hurt.

This is
why dreams
are built
on top of
nightmares.

Because we are
too ****** up
to feel that

This has happened
Before.

This collapse.

Slowly,
the trick is
becoming
more complex.

What more can be done?
Than to laugh.

Laughing.

As the walls crumble
into inner
thoughts of…

If only we would
look to
both sides
before crossing.

Oh everything is supposed
to turn out right.
If only right was
right.

Hahahahahahaha.