(Listen to 'Cigar' by Tamino)
What are we truly
If not scattered pens
Coffee stained papers
Soul wrenching literature
And smoke oh so endlessly
Insomnia academy
I reek of smoke and sins
And they just pray it away
How could they?
Aren't they part of this circus
This grand ballet?
Sleepy eyes, tired hearts
Death tastes like cherry cigars
Burry my sleepless body on mars
Insomnia academy
Was it all just lies?
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
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