Wanders around back alleyways,
Foot in mouth,
Thumb up ***,
Spiderly flame rising,
From the lighter,
Boiling synthetic *******,
The sheen of the glass,
Marks the scar of his soul,
IT TURNS AS BLACK AS THE BURN,
Frail and decayed like the ash,
He smacks in his hand,
Wipes on his pants,
One smooth motion