Concrete Flesh

Fear of life its time your mine,

cold chills like the winter time.

Brace yourself its time to crash,

got no hope, look left, now smash.

Winging it. Praying, hope you don’t go slaying,

I’m saying its time. Living your life becomes a crime,

now ride it out tonight,

relax yourself don’t fight,

just give into the might, just close your eyes and see the light. Featured image

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