Cigarettes
They say when there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.
So I poured the gasoline
and lit the match.
I didn't even scream.
It was unnecessary to.
With raging flames, violently blazing from my limbs.
It made it easier to light my cigarettes.
My lungs probably tinted black
matched my gray-scale view of the world.
So I poured the gasoline
and lit the match.
I didn't even scream.
It was unnecessary to.
With raging flames, violently blazing from my limbs.
It made it easier to light my cigarettes.
My lungs probably tinted black
matched my gray-scale view of the world.