Snorlaxer's blog

Rough Draft

full to the brim with lies
and broken promises
which lead to false hopes,
and empty rooms through dark hollow doors

long walks in the shadow of darkness

Smoking

Smoking is just a habit now
Splashes of ember ashes
Flickers of switch on
And light up

The smooth gray smoke floats up
As you begin to suckle
Deaths hard tit
Of black death