Here to Fall

I see strands of smoke I see greed of trade Positively praised in every way Progmatical Incompetent I form the center not shading the entrance I'm in anger Im the innocent I never turned so quick on a taker cnd the sky was red cnd the sky was red cnd the sky was red The emptiness of my layers as i puzzle my own I'm not asking cs a gentleman In a small town What is there left here to cry for Whats the last line I've been handed cnd why would I care For the last time I'm a constant Poems will be handed to the deadman I'm a life line I'm a headdress The legends of my home have been hidden Where ever there is a buzz around Tired of being lost for you Secluded in my illusions Luminous and painted blue cnd the sky was red