Haunted minds
and a revolving door
inside and out
to smoke
And in this smog
we birthed
A song
That couldn’t be heard
and this is our pain
all lines blurred
no one to listen to us go
no one to see our scream
as we fall
Into another nightmares dream
smoke
Smoke
In shades of neon light
We sit
Smoke shared between
Lingering like ghosts
Hosts of the cancer
Delving deeper in our bones
We’re crying
Without tears
Cuz we’re so fucking full of empty
We can barely breathe in the nicotine
And everything is false
It’s all smoke and mirrors
When the sun unlocks her vault
Blue skies misleading
We might just think it’s not our fault
So take my hand
And we can vanish into the smoke
Ash
Your spirits splash
As ash
Washed away by the rain
After rings of smoke
From your lips
Forget their origins
And the stories
that once radiated
Through your limbs
Have snapped
Broken into orchards of bones
Red
I heard her footsteps approach
I poured me a drink and settled down
She wore red shoes and a red dress
Red lipstick and her handbag matched too
But inside she was mismatched just like me
“Red is the colour of passion” she had always said
My face shrouded by cigarette smoke
She peered through said
“Smokin’ another nail in your coffin I see”
Hands on her hips
Glaring back at me
Till she tore that cigarette from my lips
“I aint seeing you croak on my watch”
She had that sultry look in her eyes
And I was duty bound
Got up and took her into the night
Nothing needed to be said
In the silence we mutually agreed
To paint the night in red
written 2015 posted on previous blog(c)
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