Marlboro Red,
under the comfort of my 2 fingers,
pointed towards the blue obre sky sprinkled with scanty dead stars.
The darkness of the night comforts me,
the wind kisses my face.
I'm so tired of being a human in this human race.
The smoke in the sky still lingers, like the craving for a beer or three.
I should have been asleep hours ago,
but the more I stare at the sky, the more stars appear to me.
I'm a lot like one, did you know?
Already dead but still glowing.
I'm not afraid at all. I'm ready to go.
I'm tired of not knowing.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Marlboro Red,
under the comfort of my 2 fingers,
pointed towards the blue obre sky sprinkled with scanty dead stars.
The darkness of the night comforts me,
the wind kisses my face.
I'm so tired of being a human in this human race.
The smoke in the sky still lingers, like the craving for a beer or three.
I should have been asleep hours ago,
but the more I stare at the sky, the more stars appear to me.
I'm a lot like one, did you know?
Already dead but still glowing.
I'm not afraid at all. I'm ready to go.
I'm tired of not knowing.
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