She Wants to Smoke

She Wants to Smoke

There’s nothing like being in that cold sell

“Fuck Yous” engraved on the walls that’s a cold spell

Everyday I’m woken up by slams on the door

it’s ham slices

that’s a cold smell

I’m cold

Oh well.

I wonder how many times it would take to bang my head into knockout?

Like…What…?

I guess I’ll go to sleep then

On concrete bare feet

With a toilet next to me

This is worse than sleeping outside

I had clothes on me

Freedom to walk around

Plus all that groaning and screaming

Making it hard to sleep

Sounds like a warehouse full of zombies.

Having dreams of giant lizards taking chunks of my body and I’m on constant rebirth

My body feeling loopy

Constantly shaky like I got no skeletons in my body

Punching walls

knuckles bloody

I’m looking at you and you looking at me

She wants to smoke.

Be you be all you can be

When you look at me what do you see?

Eternity

But why did you hit me?

Like what the fuck do you mean?

Where’s your loyalty?

Better take that bullet for me!

Bang!

There go your royalty