Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...

As this drug fills my soul
i begin to fight...

Its something special
but its worth as much as life...

He’s got a syringe in his backpack...
A picture of his mom in a keep safe locket...

Sentimental
shes something like that...

Slowly Slowly
shes taking her time...

Our lives have gone away
into the sun...

A better season will follow this
in returning and rest...

The sympathy
of the nightingale cherry tree...

Last nights fight was unimaginable
i keep looking back on the memories...

Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...

The specialties of a poetic since
burns brown eyes blue...