The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
To be fair
If you did
I wouldn’t need
To confess
As it radiates
From me
Like stale beer
And cigarettes
Emptiness
At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yes
But the
desire now
I no longer
possess
Should you
ever try
your love
to profess
To this
emptiness
inside I
would confess
(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)
So
this
is
it
Lying
in bed
all day
again
Wine
and
cigarettes
my only
friend
I’m so
bored
of this
shit
I
could
make
myself
sick
I
really
am
nothing
But a
nauseating
prick
My
head
hurts
today
Just as
much
as my
heart
I need
coffee
and a
cigarette
Then
I’ll
make
a start
She
once
asked
Have
you
got a
light?
Then
she
never
went
home
again
After
that
night
Xxx