the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, March 4, 2011

It's all good in the hood.

Current thoughts are too rarely concrete
And too easily let the wolf in to keep me company.
You stay close to me like a pack of cigarettes,
And your regrets dissolve into hot smoke,
What's left from coming clean.
Pleasure me in nicotine
Be the justification for all of my sins.
I want to be the knife,
Sharp all around.
I want to get under your skin.

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