Fishing
• Written by Daflash
he was illuminated by the streetlight
the fish bites with delight
hook invites appetites
short height bright white
blind sight dark night
fuck the fright came up fell down to the ground tonight
barrels ignite fast drop its just polite
excite despite white red blue lights in sight
rush spikes grip tight sweaty hands on the wheel
can't cat just kneel the fucking devils deal is sealed
for real blunt lit feel the green smoke conceals
the choking squeals muffled all encased in steel
its ideal that we escape this fucked up ordeal
or its forever lock on the batt'e field
case feels hopeless
hang up but rope-less
its the opus one one one
i'm done will never see the sun
pull out the gun pop them like some bubble gum
run and run now i'm scared can't fucking front
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Daflash
Member since January 25 2015