Methanol
You were my first secret handshake
but handshakes are history,
why should I befriend a snake,
when I could avoid the misery?I'm not imploding from the pain
of having no real closure,
no need for guilt to
build my heart a terrain
over your lack of composure.The smiles you saw
after I pulled the trigger,
after my deed,
were a symptom of no remorse,
no blister
for plucking power out of a weed.- Crimsyy
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PoesíaThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy