On a mattress somewhere I cant envision
Will I regret?
The steps taken, the looks, and potentials slept?
All I gave away and pieces kept?
As I am beckoned into the timeless light
Will my friends and family be all right?
Pearly white gates await unless I waste.. and wave.. consumed by hate
Its time...
And it takes control of a mind
Winding a mile a minute at what it cant find
Possibilities/potentials
Music and instrumentals
Into the verbal coldness
Then sanitize the old shit...
Okay..
This photogenic memory can sometimes
get the best of me.. its loves straying from the recipe, so before I rest in peace!!!!
Not many hold my talents... im sinking ships from edifice to precipice... the width of the Atlantic.
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