Hmm

I enjoy this solitude. It’s just some kind of mood. As I inhale this sweet, sweet cigarette, I have not taken my last breath yet. It is satisfying to the bones. I picked up a few stones. It is like a long lost gem. And with this rose stem, I plant it in the soot by the grave. For it is my heart that I gave. I sacrificed my life. I enjoyed that too, the knife. As you watch me bleed, I planted the seed. It began to grow a rose, But my heart stayed froze. Such a delicacy.. If only you could see me. I been going down, In a white gown. Now I’m just a ghost. Where were you when I needed you the most? Six feet under. You’re left to now wonder…