hourly shadow gossip

i'm sitting exactly i'm seeing my ghost, i always wonder will he understand me, i know there something way deep in them shadows, why would i feel this way i'm drowning, you don't, have to believe me, even i pretend i don't feel it, the pressures teases the limit explodes into smithereens, could be seconds minutes, months or even and instant, the fragments circle my ankles make the holes in my socks bigger, feel a blizzard, if you was beside me you wouldn't feel it, you'd look me deep in my eyes and ask if my job does drug testing, id tell you i don't have no job or drugs inside my system, then you pretentious soul would say umm yes i feel it, but no, oh no you don't, i'm like the street likes glow, piercing through the factory smoke, more like the pennies rattling crashing, in the trenches of your coat, crating a spark then a flame, make the pallet in your brain go crash then sypro i'm not playing games, i'm sitting exactly i'm seeing my ghost, i always wonder will he understand me, i know there something way deep in them shadows, why would i feel this way i'm drowning, i tuck both my laces in, got my pedal bike, rode through the rose garden, tires covers in petals and stems, it reminded me of us, beautiful darkness, he rode and rode his bike, down the never ending spiral of life, he collected flowers and gems, but they tore straight through his back pocket stems, he had a hand full of earth and a mind full of floating dust, a ferocious frown and a painful heart breaking wonder lust, tough luck