This Ones For You Poem by Lance Carthen

Young dumb fun swallow my tongue
This ones for you
Imagination fixation on three dirty blondes
Why cant you see your not the one for me
You are so blind trying to hide behind pride
I could be a little darker
I could be a little sweeter
My human face has rotted to become the beyond
Renegade outsider from the grave
I am becoming a walking grenade
The streaks of light in dark dead clouds
Feed the need to lead among the drowned
This ones for you
Here you go now run run run
This is for you
The passion of LoKane has begun