Looking upon his ash-filled world
Cigarette butts on blonde curls
And they empty bottles of champagne
So stars can feel glistened again
Blue eyes sad from dreams
Shimmering green gleams
And infinite road streams
With voices full of liquor and money
Disillusionment gold tasting like honey
And we drive on
Approaching death
In yellow cars
With illusion breathe
But affection isn’t enough
To keep your head above
That drowning gazing head
That leaves the affectionate
Dead
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pomegranate tears and deep dark fears
Poetrythey call me hades because i'm dead inside