Flying with Unicorns
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?