Dead Eagle

White tipped erosion, stained concrete excreted delusions. something amongst us bleeds , you in the know now in the now. Fuck what you've heard all is leading and holding of hands until you realise these dreams are less attainable. Smiles, that walk you into a wall of customized strands of circumstance.

I waltz with you 2 nights passed Wednesday and all I hear are verbal spouts of conjured up solutions i don't agree with. Your eyes piercing the corners of the room as we gaze into to the outside mist of lights an filth, you are mine to play with. Strung up like legs on thick Shiraz. Smoke hazes underneath your illuminated cast iron glow. Now I know this sounds dark. But, keep reading through and I will keep your mundane minds massaged with Ecstasy.