The aroma of, the aroma of your despair.
You draw back from my trembling hand
I say we were, we were the perfect pair.
Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man.
The way I sob, I sob to silent sound
The speaker above telling me how to grieve.
Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds!
Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech
But I can hear, I can hear all that you say
Your lips curve like a crescent moon
Falling from, falling from night into day.
Curious eyes passing over this darkened room.
I can't, can't dive into another's conversation
Her beauty cracks open. Spills
As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation.
I mourn the death of us; she killed.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
The aroma of, the aroma of your despair.
You draw back from my trembling hand
I say we were, we were the perfect pair.
Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man.
The way I sob, I sob to silent sound
The speaker above telling me how to grieve.
Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds!
Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech
But I can hear, I can hear all that you say
Your lips curve like a crescent moon
Falling from, falling from night into day.
Curious eyes passing over this darkened room.
I can't, can't dive into another's conversation
Her beauty cracks open. Spills
As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation.
I mourn the death of us; she killed.
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