Income on the Passenger car

Day still sleep, cerebrum seems to be in a constant flow. Separation from the hip torn apart from the waves of her vibes and her essences. Still pull to you the trees and surroundings goes by in a flash. Familiar faces clash, every soul tells a story some anxious, some hurt, some with no place to call home maybe there is no Kentucky to go.

These are my stories living on a train. Piss in the air with you still on my brain.

Farris wheels in the distance skyline. Must be beautiful from the heights of the rockets. Slipped he caught me; The giant panda shoots its way to the ground. Gods and Goddesses send message from the heavens above, words sounding like ringing at the speed of light. Gravity makes it feel like a drop of rain. The pain of my heart, I don’t understand. Your body feels so close sweeter then gorgia’s peach. The kiss of your lips is faint light in the darkness as I watch the world awake.

These are my stories living on a train. Piss in the air with you still on my brain.

Man of steel looked upon by the world. Loved by the birds, inside he’s gentle with a hollow heart made of flesh. Exoskeleton cannot be penetrated by the knives woven by words. Stones make him tougher, all he asks is for you to tell him the truth. It heals the burns from the flames of hell. While it sooths the heat that melted his ear and scalded his head. Crying in silence she muted the phone. Calling and calling louder then the horns of the trainer unheard, the hurt turns into disrespect. The hot lead bounced off his ear into his penal gland killing frequencies of the brain.

Distant he gets with each disdain flash from the blissful lips, he once kissed. Misinterpretations exposed the extortion of communication that they lacked. Me v. me the endless fight of optimistic thoughts of getting it back.

These are my stories of living on a train. Piss in the air with you still on my brain.

Allegations on the pain, pain in the allegations. Stuck in-between of healing it or be friending the monster that stood over the child of light. Repressing his gift with fears of dark magic his talent was never lost. Rowlett to Carrolton, victory was the station, floating down the lake in June. Lights dim the rising commence. Her golden rays burned new life into the collective. Bursting with energy her illumination of love will never stop TRE to T&P, highways and towers there is no limit. The sky is forever without her, his painting is incomplete.