The end of my cigarette seeping down like an inferno
Burning slowing
Blurry
Filling my lungs with toxic self nourishment
Trailing smoke in my lovers face
Why is it so ******* pleasing to ruin ourselves?
Why does it hurt so good?
Maybe i'll find out once its all over
Once I am locked inside my wooden cage, and topped with wet earth
I'll patiently wait until then
I'll finally fully understand how much time I had wasted running full speed to my final destination
Death
Who really loved me?
Who truly didn't?
The inferno of this cigarette is finally half gone
Even more time wasted burying myself
The other half of me is my brain
Pickled in alcohol
Riddled with regret
Past, present, and future
A woman in love with her sins and passion
A victim of her own ideas and indiscretions
Infatuated with torturing her very soul
A beautiful mind, riddled with fear
My body is slowly turning into ash
Burning, and red hot
Disgust wrapped in pretty paper
To be burned, and thrown in a gutter
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
The end of my cigarette seeping down like an inferno
Burning slowing
Blurry
Filling my lungs with toxic self nourishment
Trailing smoke in my lovers face
Why is it so ******* pleasing to ruin ourselves?
Why does it hurt so good?
Maybe i'll find out once its all over
Once I am locked inside my wooden cage, and topped with wet earth
I'll patiently wait until then
I'll finally fully understand how much time I had wasted running full speed to my final destination
Death
Who really loved me?
Who truly didn't?
The inferno of this cigarette is finally half gone
Even more time wasted burying myself
The other half of me is my brain
Pickled in alcohol
Riddled with regret
Past, present, and future
A woman in love with her sins and passion
A victim of her own ideas and indiscretions
Infatuated with torturing her very soul
A beautiful mind, riddled with fear
My body is slowly turning into ash
Burning, and red hot
Disgust wrapped in pretty paper
To be burned, and thrown in a gutter
