I love it when cigarette's burn, hanging from my lips
dropping ashes upon lonely skin
as I write in the dark
dragons blood incense fills the room
this is a perfect time
to be me
Oh, how I love it when I smoke
the chaos that corrupts a daily routine
I take note, that tomorrow
I want to drink a beer
and this excites me....
Surprise! What am I doing back here, you may ask? Well, because I have every right to be back here, I answ...sorry, I'll shh now.
Honestly, I was just looking down my favorites list and saw your name and thought I'd have a glance at some of your older stuff.
It's as I expected, i'm afraid: immature, lacking finesse, without substance...all of the above and so much more :))))))))))))))))))
No, this has your stamp of quality all over it and yet, it is somehow different. More lighthearted? More reckless? Both understandable considering how life must have weighed on you the last few years.
Anyway, I could smell the incense and cigarettes as I read this.
I love this one. I love the idea of the dragons blood from the candle. That was such a unique idea. What I got from the start of this is that your smoking is like your friend, you describe the ashes falling on your lonely skin, perhaps then it doesn't feel so lonely.
I do admit I had to read a couple times, and each time I saw something different. First I saw ones own release from a hard day. And then as I read again, I saw ones content with the simple things such as a cigarette or being able to write. Much enjoyed.