The warmth of the cigarette, as its smoke thaws my chest.
The cool winter breeze, as the icy bristles clout my eyes.
The thick, lingering smoke, fading as my conscience lies unrest.
The sound of their laughter, as it’s quickly devoured by cries.
The smell of burning, as their bodies fade to ash.
The ending footsteps, as I stand at the end of my path.
The life I once had, all my dreams they had smashed.
The hatred within my soul, as my heart is filled with wrath.
The exhausted cigarette, for it’s light has gone out.
The melted snow flakes, putting out the dying flare.
The job is finished, they’re now truly lifeless krauts.
I light another cigarette, enjoying it without a care.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
The warmth of the cigarette, as its smoke thaws my chest.
The cool winter breeze, as the icy bristles clout my eyes.
The thick, lingering smoke, fading as my conscience lies unrest.
The sound of their laughter, as it’s quickly devoured by cries.
The smell of burning, as their bodies fade to ash.
The ending footsteps, as I stand at the end of my path.
The life I once had, all my dreams they had smashed.
The hatred within my soul, as my heart is filled with wrath.
The exhausted cigarette, for it’s light has gone out.
The melted snow flakes, putting out the dying flare.
The job is finished, they’re now truly lifeless krauts.
I light another cigarette, enjoying it without a care.
-2-21-2010-
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