Marlboro Red,
under the comfort of my 2 fingers,
pointed towards the blue obre sky sprinkled with scanty dead stars.
The darkness of the night comforts me,
the wind kisses my face.
I'm so tired of being a human in this human race.
The smoke in the sky still lingers, like the craving for a beer or three.
I should have been asleep hours ago,
but the more I stare at the sky, the more stars appear to me.
I'm a lot like one, did you know?
Already dead but still glowing.
I'm not afraid at all. I'm ready to go.
I'm tired of not knowing.