Spirit-soaked nights(Free-)Spirit-soaked nights and cigarettes.Spirit-soaked nights
A mixture of your free spirit and shared spirit-soaked nights drain down my throat and burn, setting fire
to my smouldering chest.
Inhale, opening my mouth to engage yours, and exhale billowing smoke
from my scorching heart,
Memories trussed in whistful grey ash, embark through stagnant darkness on a quest to meet the moon
and befriend the stars, while we pay our respects
to just one more cigarette.
.at blinded worse.I am one eyed, you said, instead, I propose that my one lazy eye.at blinded worse.
follows you at best, or at a blinded worst perhaps.
lapse from ebbing repose -fall in, slide away, then pass out as a slip of the tongue, like the pill slipped in your drink, stung worse than the needle in my arm.
calm the storm and howling gale, subdue your silent wail as it burns my ears and throat and tears at my inner seers
mourning from within
at such a sullen cry.
Try, as I may, to refuse to plead or reason with a t
[thanks for the comments.]
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Long days and pleasant nights
~jef
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Pretend I said something clever and profound
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
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Will my pony recognize my voice in Hell?
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
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I whispered in here ear, you better fear me dear for I am death...
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