Making love to my last cigarette
Lungs greedily sucking down smoke
One more breath, one more buzz
Puff away all the worries
It's only the last breath that counts.
Caresses from a razor blade
Hands shakily drawing lines
One more cut, one more slice
Flood your mind with euphoric pain
It's only the last cut that counts.
Dancing with Death's Angel.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
RandomIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
