Make Haste!

Lore was on his way, A walk after midnight The LA city lights were blinking at his back Deeper and deeper into Mount Hollywood, Lore walked pass a sign that saids, "No Entry after IO" A sour smirk merged on his face A perfect ring he vapped This is the third night this week he came here Lamenting a dead heart inside He lit up his last cigarette Then his last cigar He was so lost in time and himself It was only when the cigar completely Turned to ashes and dust, He started to panic Searched every...