• the_gladiator 22w


    "The unstable taste that haunts my lips,
    the smell that has reached my soul,
    Burned tobacco in the old ash tray
    with Nicotine flowing in my blood,
    I inhale the price I pay for desire,
    Smoke rising to blend in the air,
    The cigarette buds lay unattended,
    The black walls of the surviving lungs,
    The existence is alluding to dreams,
    Eyes are stuck, vision is roaming wild,
    somewhere the heart has lost its throb,
    And I can't surmise what has happened,
    I am a king with nothing left to loose,
    All within my grasp slipping through
    I rise beyond the concepts of change,
    Everything is burned to be the same."