Deep in a daze.
Always on a maze.
Though a path of hell.
Wondering where your next hit going to be.
Past time to unwind the life you use to have...........
Along in the dark.
Hiding from your facial expressions
in the mirror.
Realizing the real deal of what come next.
Daydreaming about the next life afther i kill
your sorrow and guitness.......
I make your life hard afther you take one hit from my
power white dust.
Being addit to it,
Always call for it,
Selling everthing in sight,
Just for that one hit............
Of that little white dust........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem