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....
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.