It's sleeting And all I can do is keep on thinking Smoke used to look so lovely Light grey and twirling But I took a photo of me It was spilling out of my mouth And it looked dark as night I picked up my pack And on the front Black against white In big letters It read DEATH I opened it up My fingers chilled And shaking And started breaking Each cigarette Toss them on the ground I start to turn away But then I glance back I'm weak I pick them up And tape them Back together Sometimes it reaches It's peak And then it dips Back down And I come back Around & light Another one up
Raw Tender Exposed Paranormal Spectre spectacle Nearly translucent Wearing a little Black dress Oh so lovely, Nice black stockings Pale as a little Ghosty I'm ever fading Please, Pull me back Into a place Called 'tangible' Oh no. My eyes Widen with fear As I disappear *whoosh
My hands smell of laundry soap Because it's the only thing I've ever known People stare at my cuticles I don't look like a juvenile But I sure feel like I am inside here Opening my biconvex shapes to peer At you from where I'm sitting Wow, your jaw line is so defined I'm sort of *******. Because you shouldn't exist. At least not in my orbit