Hell
Fire flashes in blackness...
Enter oblivious happiness, sees flickering faces and relaxes
Smoke blows to the empty spaces of only god knows
Music seduces long flows of thought brought back to cold road
Car drifts and souls lift
Who'd think we'd die high just to find Satan's gift?
Ryan Boyd 11/21/07
posted by mark @ 10:01 AM
1 Comments:
I really like this, the person writting this is talented, but probably needs some guidence.
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