Poetry
B
Crusing the Afterlife Surviving on oxygen, wasted in life, carefree and arrogant, yet living with strife. Dying for fixes, waiting for fun, needing a 'pick me up' but it never comes. Loving the fast lane, Joy riding with friends, but it's slowing me down, the path always ends. Hating the inbertween, unjustified fears, falling from heights of clouds, fighting back tears.
