Kiss Me Until the Sun Rises From the West
I kiss this cigarette and it's killing me
But I admire the beauty of its smoke
Like flying into space without a helmet
O hands tickle core and speak silence
While burning lung cells and no one
A sour taste in our flaming tongues
Choke me with your judgmental gaze
The poison is sweet, hard as a stone
Then the emptiness of the delusional hope
Lord, I am your servant in the end
Bowing and reverence, where am I?
Let's cry letters and write with your blood
Like mountains in the shape of a crumbling face
Then we curse the Greek gods as a joke
And the rain extinguished the fire that lit up my scarlet eyes like no one had ever done before
The light disappeared and the sparks brought me back from my dull dreams
Then I looked up at the sky, crying with clouds and for the wet cigarette
"But it has become a part of me"
Kiss me until the sun rises from the west
Copyright © Tesn Ime | Year Posted 2023
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