Pain inside curls up in cramps
And so to the window I go.
I watch the cars and people go by
Like a circus running a show.
I light up and breathe in hard and fast
******* the ash to my soul.
Disgusting and dark it doesn't cut out
Or come close to filling the hole.
But on I puff the cinders glow red
And quickly come to an end
And right until my finger ends burn
And the smoke itself starts to bend.
I smoke one, and two and three and four
Trying to find some spice
To fill that freezing emptiness inside
And melt my heart made of ice.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Pain inside curls up in cramps
And so to the window I go.
I watch the cars and people go by
Like a circus running a show.
I light up and breathe in hard and fast
******* the ash to my soul.
Disgusting and dark it doesn't cut out
Or come close to filling the hole.
But on I puff the cinders glow red
And quickly come to an end
And right until my finger ends burn
And the smoke itself starts to bend.
I smoke one, and two and three and four
Trying to find some spice
To fill that freezing emptiness inside
And melt my heart made of ice.
