Addicts laying by the Road Side.
Young lad, swam in a bottle of whiskey.
Made his descision like the bitterness in me.
How long can you run when the cops storm you down.
Will the rain pour in silence, or echo aloud.
Judging by the crack on his thick skull,
The options lay beneath the sheets that dull.
His proficiency and attitude on a comet than came
The world lit on fire, and he just flew with his pain
Where did he go? I had not seen.
For the grass has forever wore is bright coloured green.
I wore my drenched coat like a reminiscing witness
As I strolled out the judge's court, with a sudden and urging quickness.
I begged on my bleeding wounded knees to stay
So that I would not be in a dreamy stage to play.
I can now barely see that driven out king.
Whose body used to be hung over, that mellow scene.