Smoking Melancholy

"I suck the bottle and breathe the stench..."

Smoking Melancholy

I suck the bottle and breathe the stench

I fill my lungs with melancholic smoke

I’m filled with a careless sinful past

I blow that smoke that cursed my lovely cares

And watch the cruel world swirl like a deaf bat

She walks on flowers like a shredded sharp dusty piece of glass

She kisses my hands to make them feel real

She sings flat notes that come from her lips

And she drinks red wine that is filled with fear

sad poetry
Bazooka Teaches
Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches

A regular Joe with a peculiar noodle inside his helmet. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.

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