Smoke rings drift into the night with thoughts
seldom  understood and often remebred.
Gin a old friend to newly betray.
Left cold in warm waters,

Over the border trapped  by a tongue with unspoken
thoughts and empty emotions.
Dust apon the flesh seeps into the soul.

A page held close to heart and far from thought.
Sometimes we have to be *******.
Cause when in hell the whiskeys burn
seem's to bring a chill.

Fate is a evil ***** Ive grown to love.
No need to say hello.
When goobyes already a promise.

She's as vacant as the mirage.
repeating a action she
leaves that part of herself behind.

Holding onto the rage masked as passion.
We remain numb to survive.
*** void of love.
Shells lacking soul.

The dust takes to vein.
The pen rewrite's the past.
Why polish the edges to appear
that which you can never be.

Confessions of the hollow.
To reveal the ******* who thrives within me.