From cigarettes and vice:
“You read so well”... that's nice,
but he's wishing to share
an Autumn verse and a word.
So years go by,
leaves and ashes pile high.
What was once holy is lost
While his sharp mind crumbles to dust.
A dopamine rush through a nicotine haze.
The sacrificial fire can light the way.
It burns death into life again.
Breeze blows while stoking embers
Licking at those that are remembered,
Blissfully ignorant to the loose *****
It's an ochre field of view.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
From cigarettes and vice:
“You read so well”... that's nice,
but he's wishing to share
an Autumn verse and a word.
So years go by,
leaves and ashes pile high.
What was once holy is lost
While his sharp mind crumbles to dust.
A dopamine rush through a nicotine haze.
The sacrificial fire can light the way.
It burns death into life again.
Breeze blows while stoking embers
Licking at those that are remembered,
Blissfully ignorant to the loose *****
It's an ochre field of view.