On His Own

He's on his own. Since his dad adlib Eeriely to his mom. He asphyxiated by the Aura of heart gashing. His garland galed with fury While gate crashing. He ordained ****** to Chicks wheezing whiffs. Peering number one On weed puffs. People descending Genealogicaly. His philosophy lies Physicaly. He lives a fast life like A small lump of a metal Shot from a riffle. His spitting image, is Spick and span through The naked eyes of people. Now he whim a gaiety living. He wish he never had this life.