my cigarette smoke collection
paired with choked and smothered aggression
i'm on the floor and my legs are crossed
strumming strings but my lyrics were lost
the lights turn off and there is no vision
i am left for decomposition
my cigarette smoke collection
paired with choked and smothered aggression
i'm on the floor and my legs are crossed
strumming strings but my lyrics were lost
the lights turn off and there is no vision
i am left for decomposition
Poetry