Cigarette in my clenched fist
Dragging down
On it
While I picture your
Face on the ground
I'd push you
And teach you
All the things
I know
Wine glass
In the other hand
Waiting
Until I can smash it
On your new face
Then I'd lick
The blood away
And force you
To stay
You'd never leave me
Again
You are my
Little cigarette
Until I put out
The flame
And let you go
Don't try
To burn me again
Spikes and scars
Are my specialty
And I'll teach you
To not lie
People walking by
But they can't feel
The pleasure
And the lust
Inside this house
All they see
Are lit cigarettes
Tossed from windows
And scattered all around
The heat
Of the summer
Can be found
Within your eyes
And your lies
When I want another
Pack of
My dear little cigarettes
I don't care
What their plastic little signs say
It's not their day.
I'll break
All their laws
And I won't worry
Because I will have you
My little cigarette
To take me away
When they try to ruin me.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoric
PoetrySeventh album. Maybe I'll slow it down and not post for a while after this one. I think I'm going a little too fast on my updates. Making up for being a bum this summer I guess. This one is a little different than all the rest, btw. Probably similar...
