Graveyard of Reveries

new cigarettes, old flames

If I deceive myself my soul never yearned for you

Would I be able to keep my word?

If it's true that a cigarette's a remedy,

Would its smoke veil over this hurt?

When I light it, I ask "Have I got more to live?

Or got more to loose?

Would my lungs loose their breath

Or paint a world without you?"

I watch as its tiny flame

Reflected the first time we did the same

Our irises blazing in awe of its hue

Our irony of love, a wellspring from the trickles of death

That birthed a phoenix, away it flew.

Now what was once burning in victory

Cuts to screaming in agony

Inhaling the air of death soothes the decaying life in my body

Drying up the poisoned water on my throat

Keeping the boat of my dignity afloat.

So as long as you have not returned for the luggage you left behind

My tongue will continue to lick off the lighter

Laugh at my family who scold me for building myself a shrine.

To claw my worship in exchange for a bowl of fire.

So I lay with ten packs in my hand

And as if I'm kissing your lips

I bring it to mine

They say I'd kill myself

But I loved you anyway

Then you killed me a thousand times

It was more than what love can break.