Sweet muse drink the black ink with me
Down to my last smoke
Again
But I light it anyway and stare blankly to nowhere
Drawing in the acrid smoke deep
No more credit on me phone
Again
Matters none
Got none to call anyways
No-one calls me
Fuck the dirt under my nails
Reminds me of where I am
Again
Earth stains like hell
So hard to remove as I pick with long taloned nails from my other hand
Draw deep
Again
Vagueness as the smoke drifts to nowhere
Wasn't supposed to be like this was it?
It sits in front of me
Unthreatening
Again
Yet so lethal if I choose
If I choose
Simple yet so powerful
And I draw deep this time
Allowing the smoke to escape from my nostrils
Like some apocalyptic dragon from another time
I hear no sound
Time slows to a heartbeat
Eyes remain unfocused
Smoke drifts
If I choose
It sits waiting for my choice
My choice
So I wait and smoke this last cigarette
Drawing deep each time
No not this time old friend
the tip of a rusty blade
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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