Flying with Unicorns

Tue, 08/20/2013 - 15:06 -- TENN44

The white, smoke that puffs and inhales your nose making you see unicorns

Have you snifling more than a kid with an uncontrollable cold

You can catch the addiction, squash it and end it all, or end it all in a stife, a kite wailing in the air because you were a few days clean

Your splein shivering, quivering can't walk crippled, create excuses to steal money from the hand that feed you

To back in the alleyway, going hollywood to the blurry, eating burning curry, stinging the veins, can't see that your lower than the dirt

Except your flying with unicorns

Riding on the train, to hell, no sales on the streets running faster than usain bolt for the champoinship

To accomplish the ultimate

 Overdose faster than your eyes can roll back in your brain

No explaination to the now fruitless, lifeless, zombie walking corpse the world holds in it's captailist bags  

One after another, no rhyme, no rhythm, not expecting to shot, cut, clip and snort when the you was shoting games, cutting school and sniffing the sweet air of blunts and suffocating cigarettes

No organization, no new clothes, aspiring to your favorite faked, pancaked business pouring syrup on youtr blood-shoted eyes

One question one everyone's mind, when they see you dead, the inveitable road no cars want to become suddden, willing to cuff you...

Was the unicorns worth it?   

 

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