Death tis my misstress.
Death tis my life.
Death is what I long for.
Death is what I cannot have.
Life inside my heart is fading.
As dull as the embers on my cigarette.
I smoke so maybe I shall perish sooner.
I drink so I may feel nothing.
Drunken honesty, had never been so valid.
Words slur. Thoughts blur.
But thy heart is loud. And speaks for the mind.
Poison silences the mind.
The heart.
And your lips.
No matter how loud you scream
Nobody cares to hear.
What any piece of you has to say.