BOSQUEJO VIDA- Artist Feature (Poem by Langston Black aka LANG$TO)

Still waking seems pointless when reverie remains.
Nirvana....impurities seep through the pours of the sinners like sweat cooling off the skin of snakes.
Beauty can be ingested if fine enough to sniff...line for line the American dream takes.
Time and souls are fed to Father Happiness, and his bounty reveals all that is at stake.
As the sky turns from blue to black....the clouds speak in shades of orange and hues of blood.
It’s in that moment that we remember that life starts with love.
— Langston Black aka LANG$TO