Cigarette

A little death inside your hands.
A lighter clicks, a fire starts.
The quickened beating in our hearts,
our clouds of smoke merge into one.

We smoked and laughed and kept on smoking,
it burnt so bright as months went on.
But then you saw it reach the end
and so you stopped. I kept on smoking.

I kept on smoking 'til the end,
gone past the point of enjoyment.
It gave me nothing but a bitter taste.
I realised and, too, stopped smoking.

All poets are pretentious wankers.

"A Billion Balconies Facing The Sun"

We've finally found a way
To consume boredom every day
We've all become our personal gods
We've all become so sad and lost
So sad
So sad and lost

A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
A billion lies becoming the truth
An ecstasy of the eye
As wide as eternity tonight

We found expression for our hate
Without any kind of consequence
Who needs patience anymore
When all our pleasure's virtual

A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
A billion lies becoming the truth
An ecstasy of the eye
As wide as eternity tonight

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It's a funny world we live in
I don't feel like I belong
I would say that you had killed me
But I'm feeling twice as strong

I would say that I still need you
But that would be a dirty lie
I pray I never see you smile
I hope I never hear you cry