Fourth of July

Finally like the feeling you get when you see the grand finaly on the forth of july a smile from the deepest void of his endless pit rises maybe just temporarily but its so complimentary to add to his penitentiary there aint no guns, clothes, any hoes, or any materialistic jive just a big black hole in the unknown where he's alone he calls it home lately his worlds off its axis paying taxes on the things that he thought would last but never lasted becoming a victim of the sadness he never thought he'd dance with feelin confused, consumed by a tenant he gave a room he use to keep the key locked up in Pandora's box and always thought who ever managed to unlock it would be the one He'd keep in a heart shaped locket she was his sweetest thing and he remembers everything if she believes in what he see's he'll find a way