ENTERTAINMENT

I woke up when i heard the blow. Heading east towards KSMO. Sixteen wheelers passing too close. Dust picks up and swallows us whole. (It's alright, forget it). I regret some choices i've made. Entertainment only remains, while i keep descending. Who will decipher pain from the lie? With every decision phased and finalized, I keep descending and no one remembers my face, my name.