rememberence
of many dead friends that never made the bad list
the good list made it to heaven quick like a god send. messengers of the light vanish quick, quicker than the dark when i see them stiff wakened and waxd as the candles drip from the wick, sick is how i feal it. recycle bad spirit from the dope,crazy when i fear the judge of god if he exists, i hope. i second guess myself cuz i know that the more i do the longer i live. sometimes its hard cuz i just want judgemeent to hit cuz it sucks getting judged my everyone else that sucks the life out my neck. vampire and sticks shit end of needles of my blood from the sniffs and crys of the last goodbyes of dead friends. this is a memorial for the fallen who never made it on earth now they watch over like angels that fall down with rain drops on my head. already said. just a clear voyance like the ghosts in my head. that helped me write this in less then ten minutes. shit.
