In the Ashtray
the burning of lost hope
the stentch of problems
the flavor of tasteless bubblegum without sugar
taste less
the stabbing and torture on the breathe of ones lungs
the colored of teeth that they paint
cells that will never recharge
the life of an empty hole, burning through the ashes of society
no imagination
just the urges of wanting and needing
the stress that relies on the pollutution of ashes
ashes that collapse with the devils sins
gone with the light
the life of one greatness, killed by the aroma of deception
deception of a burning and inhaling sensation !!!
Copyright © Fago Franklin | Year Posted 2010
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