Sunset,
Sensual And Relaxing...

Staring between window and chairs,
sits a women with dog shaped hair...

Born and raised in Brooklyn,
a man and woman were...

Our world is moving backward,
fighting wars from in the past...

They call him the enabler,
the man sitting in that chair...

In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...

I am going to paint a picture,
of what all of you would see...

Her eyes glaze - she's high, she cries
The tears well up inside and dry...

In the chamber lies his fate.
Himself, a bullet, and the gun...

When my filter starts to roam,
I overstate my undertones...

I feel disconnected,
a plant uprooted...

Acquaintance made through common friend;
seat occupied in that friend's stead...