Rolling Hills Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hey, hey, guess what I'm walking on rolling hills. Smiling at cheap thrills. A joke of my own sanity. A couple marbles loose but I'm still going. A broken mirror and 7 years bad luck pronounced on my own vanity. Yeah i did it, and what f*ck you going to do. Neapolean with a crossbow of vengeance. How the games played. Frustration esclades. It becomes another who done it. A mystery of murder she wrote. You say whose throat was cut? Now that's just a little f*cked up. Rickety glenn driven off edge again. But cant stop now, the momentum has been built up to far. A sense of redirection. Faith guides and our heart leads us. We are not just another number. Credit must be given where its due. Sometimes you cant and mustn't pick and choose. Self restraint without a complaint. Only let friend or foe know what your capable of as a last resort. And now is a time of holding back. Time to give all a daily dose of a heart attack.