Dragons and bats fly from my cigarette.
Flying in the expansive endless indoor sky.
Purple haze runs around in the background
Smashed lies and treason's before me
for me to decide, Will it be suicide
No one will know for sure... Now...
Sad news of junkies, Musicians and poor flunkies
but who cares anymore?
Has the Clear blue sky just become another one
of our meaningless chores?

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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