Cigarette butts dangling from cracked lips.
*** appeals finest hour.
Taking its time from acting in the day.
Lust filled nights.
Life written like a cabaret.
Meant to appeal to the senses.
When the senses are all dead and gone.  
Washed away into an abysmal sea.
Thoughts aren't created to be traced.
Merely here for listening.
Thank You for Listening.