Broken Cigarette
And all I ever really want to do as of recently
and late
is to not always feel so sad
anymore
and every song it seems
that I have written
is always laced with the cries of downtrodden emotions kept alive by the
decomposing carrion far beneath my current thought
in the graveyard that is my dreams
and it seems
it seems
it seems
I've seen
the only way to not be down
is to be with you
among the endless green of trees
To end this fickle thought disease
of constantly alone