Trees of red and Skies of Gray
Knew that I just couldn’t stay
Like a bee she buzzes by
Always being watched.
Chopped a twamp,
dogged a tramp
Playing games in eight dimensions.
Having seen both Hell and Heaven.
The middle path of which we chose,
Will haunt us till we decompose
Seems we’ve found some other way
To climb back into heavens gates.
Write. and read an hope and pray
Should we make it out alive,
I’ll Kiss you on the other side. viz
Mrs.Right was always wrong
Mrs. Left was always strong
\Save your breath for when it counts.
Fire Words in mass amount.
Write it to prevent the pain.
Consider all our demons slain.