Boots And Nails And Loot

I light my cigarette,

I sit by the window,

The night greets me,

It is so peaceful and slow

I remember I'm not alone,

I hear you babbling pleasantries,

But I am wisdom in stone,

And your words are mild,

Like wind which is visiting seas

You are warming my bed,

And filling the room with your aroma,

I am soon to drop dead,

Into your sweet compelling coma

But as of now, I slice my thoughts,

Comparing all your clones,

I feel like I've never lost,

I forgot every louder moan

I clean a spot of ash,

I feel no more of that burden,

It's not my car that crashed,

I would have no excuse then

In this ecstatic state,

Something is filling me with heat,

Finishing touches are made,

I promise, I will wash my teeth.

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