watching the smoke of my last cigarette
I need to fly towards this starless night,
Sometimes need turns into plight,
I see the spirals of smoke out my window,
wishing to merge into it with all my might.
Smoking alone has made me feel so cross,
I want to smoke from your mouth,
to fly to this mystic madness, my only loss.
I desire to write our story on your back,
and to later erase it with the hands of time
until our bodies become the whispers of ash.
I dream with wings transporting us far away,
close to the sun, like Icarus, then melted away.
And burning in the eternal flames,
close to you, the sweetest taste of shame.
A smoking silhouette drawed your attention, against the light of the street.
Perhaps I'm damned to forever be a lonely smoker.
Snuff Dreams.
