Cigarette
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Lying, leaning, laying on.
Under grass, on you, and to you too,
You lay still, as if the lungs in your chest would burst
if you drew a single breath.
Maybe they might.
Black Feeble Lungs,
FLAMES BURN EVERY INCH AROUND ME
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS BRIGHT ORANGE
I LIGHT A CIGARETTE WITH MY FINGER
INHALING EVERY BREATH OF SMOKE
THE FIRE BURNS BRIGHTLY
CONSUMING MY LIFE
MY MEMORIES
I’ve got couple bong rips
Held with a deep grip in my lungs
Yeah
I got a couple slits
Not just the ones that cover my eyelids
inhale
exhale
it's twilight
and you've lit my flammable heart, created an aching kindle in my soul.
i feel your tabbaco lips on this early somber night, my hands are hesitant to reminisce the warmth of you.
The smoke from his cigarette slowly left the ember end into the air,
disappearing and only leaving a lingering smell.
That's when I realized it was like our relationship.
We keep drifting apart from each other,
To the lady with the cigarette...Whose reflection do you see when you stare into the mirror?Is it the same woman I see?And if it is...Why do you choose to taint that beauty with purchases that only gurantee your death?And though your beauty is lik
The sky is eerily starless tonight
And it is like the universe senses that I am not ready to see the stars
Hidden in the darkness
I am waiting for the clock to strike twelve
And for you to admit that you were wrong
I guess I like the way the cigarette
Finishes the length of my arm
Fingers curled up
In a soothing smile
I won’t be scared at night
I won’t ever have to be alone
Killing me softly
I give in
the first time a boy
smoked too many
cigarettes because
of me, he became
a man. he coughed
my blood into his
palms, tasted my
iron & grit, his tongue
finally learned the
The city is painted with the half lifeless bodies of what we once were
wasted in every sense of the word
In two years I watched my 6 foot, 240 pound father waste away to a ghost
At 14 I woke up everyday
and went to school knowing he was sick
I cried with him when he lost his hair
Darling, light that cigarette
Let the ashes fall
With them your dreams
Cause tomorrow when you wake up
You'll realize we never met
Standing on that boardwalk
In the dark of night
When you kiss me, I scream intoyour mouth as hard as I canso every time you puffa cigarette, youmight think of me.
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.Smoking an orgasmic note,Slips between your moan.
Watching the night take another one.
Late at nightVodka on my breathCan't sleep, can't escapeNeed to get awayShadows in my mindShowing under my eyesWill to live fadesWith the light of the dayStruggling to breathe
When I was 19 I picked up the cancer stick,
It was my third vice next to woman and the drinking binge,
I tried to calm the voices, from the red lighted panic district,
But my motivation came from a death wish.
