Believe me! Since the moment you left
I've been smoking my cigarettes without a filter.
My lungs resemble your soul:
black.
One of these nights I will abort the child of my unconscious thoughts in the back alleys
of memories now dark and dead.
I’ll drop this bastard dream,
the product of you raping my love
my hatred will cut its cord,
or so I hope.
I've been smoking my cigarettes without a filter.
My lungs resemble your soul:
black.
One of these nights I will abort the child of my unconscious thoughts in the back alleys
of memories now dark and dead.
I’ll drop this bastard dream,
the product of you raping my love
my hatred will cut its cord,
or so I hope.
If you have the gall to witness it,
stay only tonight
and watch me step on this womb, crushing
my dreams of you and
us
and then go wherever you like.
I prefer filterless cigarettes, than making “love” to you.
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