| I smell smoke and see Naked Bodies.. Sex and Cigarettes, Filling time slots, and filling whole plots, Too much Booze, Broken spirits, Bent minds, twisted thoughts, Hopeing one day to see Judgement Day, that in some way it'll end the Curse. Sucked down, and pushed out, your my Brace, and I'm your Messiah, lets leave it at this before it becomes less, useless piece of me that I cut out which regrows. go away, you don't need me anyway. Sex and Cigarettes, time too think, Music too play, The things that never end, all of the Thoughts left broken and bitter, Trapt inside..We're insane...Sex and Cigarettes, all we have left.. time, looking to Heal, but all that we feel is. Nothing. Numb is what we have become bleeding and Choking on reminents of the past, you think we'll really last. I'll push my Finger tips against the glass and push the Bottle off shattering the Silence and waking our Pressence. Brought on by...Sex and Cigarettes. |
