Black butterflies
And angels of death
The midnight sea cries
Waves crashing ahead
A little something dies
Cigarette smoke into my head
Amongst all beautiful things
I'm strange in the end
And I sometimes wonder
If that's how death felt
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
PoezjaPoetry, and perhaps even a playlist A Song to go with each poem. I would love it if you left a comment!
