Dr.3a.m. WalkerA Poem by BLitZeDIm lucid in these dreams my words are fluent, like fluid down stream a poet who knew it, spoke the truest for others to review it on screen even tho this pen levitated to his hand, with the paper on his team his ambitions revoked, so smoke raised from the bowl of his green he lay dormant and sleep, until provoked, the most hateful of mean no one here to save you, not even an angel. lean where u want, you'll find no shoulder in God nor Gabriel so second thoughts leave a menorah an dreidel still id rather flip a coin to some w***e or a maids aurora, board on restored Alice, bill me a floor up, in the florescent room, door to the palace, neon down the corridor, incandescent beams shoot forth when i roar, but inconsistent due unsteady balance whispers, there second guessing you lay on the floor, his bible, the scriptures he tore, pictures drip to the store, floor of the lie, unplug the cord, the matrix was just testing you
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8 Reviews Added on June 13, 2015 Last Updated on June 13, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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