Smoke fills the air*
My lungs are ashy but I'm still smoking this **** and cigarettes
I don't why but I'm still mourning my ego death locked in a cage my mind is filled with evilness

I love your side of the room because its got flowers and wine my side is just dark
Your side is full of love and trust and my side is just me "smoking " trying to escape this beautiful mess that I've become an ocean of unexplained emotions but the the thought of you is what counts  ... Not done