Array ( [sid] => 186851 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Last Cigarette [time] => 2020-02-19 05:11:52 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Theres something in the house
so I
can not go inside
chain smoking cigarettes
as I get zombiefied
sometimes I am terrified
to be alive
my minds playing tricks on me
all the time

I walk the line
killing joke is a thang
theres two worlds
and I am in between
I am living in the hate meees
bang bang bang
trying to ignore the machine
even though I am romeo void
it continues its strange pursuit of me

realizing everyday is the same
there is no saving anything
everything that matters is gone
when you are
twisted and damaged
there is no need to belong

Telephones ringing
driving me insane
and I
I just want to go to sleep
but something is wrong

under the influence
of a alien moon fiend
feeling like Leonardo DA Vinci
is flowing through me

painting on a canvas
words come from a dream
failure cuts it leg
and confusion bleeds

its the end of another beautiful day
last cigarette
last cigarette
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Last Cigarette
Date: Wednesday, 19th February 2020 @ 05:11:52 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Theres something in the house
so I
can not go inside
chain smoking cigarettes
as I get zombiefied
sometimes I am terrified
to be alive
my minds playing tricks on me
all the time

I walk the line
killing joke is a thang
theres two worlds
and I am in between
I am living in the hate meees
bang bang bang
trying to ignore the machine
even though I am romeo void
it continues its strange pursuit of me

realizing everyday is the same
there is no saving anything
everything that matters is gone
when you are
twisted and damaged
there is no need to belong

Telephones ringing
driving me insane
and I
I just want to go to sleep
but something is wrong

under the influence
of a alien moon fiend
feeling like Leonardo DA Vinci
is flowing through me

painting on a canvas
words come from a dream
failure cuts it leg
and confusion bleeds

its the end of another beautiful day
last cigarette
last cigarette
one before I go to bed

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