Who said I had to make sense? Review if you like, go watch the paint dry if you dont (Grin)
You catch yourself from falling
But never understand
That you were never falling
Just learing how to stand
A lung of smoke and embers
A head in nicotene clouds
Wings are nice to think of
But I like flying down
Black and red as disco
Pure and white as blood
No one really means it
And life is just for show
CoolCool, hoped ya didnt, you know, have to take a hammer to the computer or anything. R&R.