Old Noble life.
What a dream, where dreamy eyes still linger...

Sippin on an e-cig.
Rippin on the vapor...

I feel like an electric eel. Squealing as electric...
Hash tag, paranoia...

I think this is a phase.
Laying down in a dreamy haze...

When I sleep I do not speak because to slumber is...
When I hide behind my eyes I do not know I just...

Finally some inspiration.
I don't mean to bore... Its just sensation...

In a normally functioning brain (one thats not...
I realize where they sit...

After all this time I can still feel your lines...
We began to realize we could never be together...

Questioning my age.
This is just a phase...

They say the walls have ears but, do they listen?
Again I count my fears...

So many times upon a time,
I trap my soul in lines of rhyme...

I'm a ghost of my past self.
I'm an echo of a wall...