he's asked for
a cigarette
but he doesn't smoke
turns out his pockets
and is shot dead
in a pool of misplaced caution
tinged red
veins expelling
voices garbling
until there is darkness
because there is no heaven
and there is no hell
there's only the misplaced caution
of a man who never smoked
in a world of gunpoint and demand.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
he's asked for
a cigarette
but he doesn't smoke
turns out his pockets
and is shot dead
in a pool of misplaced caution
tinged red
veins expelling
voices garbling
until there is darkness
because there is no heaven
and there is no hell
there's only the misplaced caution
of a man who never smoked
in a world of gunpoint and demand.
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