Final ride

My cigarrete and drinks are all that I can see. The smoke in front of me turns into images of my believes. My scars and nightmares proves what's into me. Voices that I can't leave scaring every part of my dreams. Nothing stops in my head anymore. Everytime I look at the clock seems like eternity is knocking on my door. Nobody seems to dream anymore. They're stuck in the final store of empty minds and dirty shines. And I'm stuck in the final ride.

xoxo Sudano