No Lungfuls of Hope

NO LUNGFULS OF HOPE In the beginning, you are uttering sugary words Words that surprisingly became schmaltz for me And I used to believe them Cos I was lame back then Your slippery mouth that distorted candor like cherry stems Just like fangs of a rattlesnake Scratches. Swelling. Leaving the subtle types of bane I don't know if I'll hate you or myself But one thing is for sure I don't like you anymore Subsuming your alp of thrills And If I am inside the car right now Maybe looking at the rearview mirror Watching your body smolder in ashes You. Are. Not. Worthy.