One cigarette to my name – a
Last crackling ray of sad brevity, inspired voraciously
Like a Hail Mary for an epilogue of warmth.
Embrasuring the atmosphere with its release;
She's the grace at the tail of a long day.

Precocious baby, tempered to a china-blue hue, you
Had not been ripe as a morning glory
Before riots mongered in the plasma of your shapeless head.

Haunting as an omen, you
Had drank from the cord of my cold-blooded artery.
Turned my insides out like a shimmering dime bag
As we fell to the earth.

It feels great to be unique
It feels beautiful to be special
But being one of a kind
Is so lonely

Can there please be at least one other person in this universe
That's like me?
Can we be two of a kind together?
Just one...
Please

I've had enough of this
I just need ONE other person

When you fly high
The fall is hard

They said I’ve changed
That I’m different than I was in September
That they liked her more

Of course they did
She was another dead fish going with the stream
She was scared
She didn’t want to make them upset

She tried to pretend that she was sane
That she was normal

She was sad
All the time
She was trying not to cry

She’s gotten better
Why is that not good enough for you?

The scars are starting to heal
Don’t make me make new ones

It's in the night when you breathe in
And the calmness spreads within you
You look at the moon and then the skies
Feel the smile on your face
After the tears swept away
For it is the end of the day.

It's a cycle how it goes
I am aware but yet I am unprepared
It's a cycle, everything is temporary
And yet I lose the cool and get worked up
I fill the water much, it overflows the cup
So the expectations aren't met
the lifestyle is quite set

I live in past and future tense
I lose my being, the need for sense
I don't do anything in present
I am here, yet you can feel I am absent
But when I see the moon,
It reflect back right now
I feel it in my being,
In my bones seeping
I feel the calmness rise
At this moment now, I know I am wise
Forgotten away, all my vices.