Rhyme drifted off the page, as eyes lifted against shame, he was heartless.
Ego sparkled down his eyes; a pale vision soared in the moonlit skies at speed of darkness.
Maturity made him weak, u'll bet the pain is sweet, sweeter is the dry air when every tear's regardless.
He has no rules but hes a freak of promise, needs to calm, leaves the scene in horrid
The streets then call him but the light's too dim to get his demons harnessed.
Reality is fake, Words of wisdom decided on how often they're spoken.
Awfully tokened. No watch on his wrist, wont get 'caught in the moment'
Just a pen to his pocket like.... how the f'k do u think he wrote this.
Hopelessness shall end soon, an endless hope had sparken.
ur not quite "authorized to know this" but wtf Stranger, quote it! (author eyes to notice)
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