Iron eyes that chase the fire &&&

It's a fire from the supplier.;;;,;,

It's my body. My apparel

My attire.??????

Unaware I'm ensnared_

With eyes wider than

A night mare.

I'm running through the isles

Of night terror.

With a smile there.

My mind a white fang

The high like

Why and why there__

We do the night thing.::

Like a mind creep:::

With a pipe dream:::

And I'm on my heads sleep))))

Yeah right.

Need the high.

Less than I'm living 

In the deads reach.))))))

It's a trench shovel....


Living in the dead shuttle.....

Looking like my heads bleached)))))


Medication.

Still impatient

Wonder when  my sents. breached.)))

About the same time.

I'll be boxed into a dead heat))))

But talks like mister spock

Have got my ****** fingers

In a hot streak^^^^%%^

I'm vanna white

I touch more dees 

Than a hooked on Phoenix

Boxed theme.....&&

I copied this from Gmail.
*** I wrote this in
A hot streak.*.........

Like I'm trying
To make my former
The abortion
Of a soft dream.
When I wake.
You'll think
I'm great. Or genius.
Trying to hide
A botched demon.......
From revealing
That I was caught sleeping.......
In a world where music takes
So long to make
It's considered.
To be a long descending
Staircase.
To a God feeling......
Not being obnoxious.
But I think
Nausea can be blotted
Out so ******* spot free.
Siiiiick