in the shadows of a moonlit sky i dwell, engulfed with these fumes i make... still i light another cigarette to comfort this tormented soul. as i walked i felt the leaves crushing, tearing, with every step i make i was one with the leaves... i walked towards what seemed so real, but it vanished, it vanished leaving me unaided with these wounds that scar my being. i am alone, alone with the darkness and the deafening sound of my emotions. with a lit cigar in my hand, i am saved... saved from the ill-fated misery that i am. only the tiny light of this vice gave me hope... for every smoke that puffs out of this fucking mouth, i felt the warm embrace of a love that could never be.
paolo naive
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