spitfire

Chirs Issac "Anti-christ"

Smoke two and a half packs a day
spit blood when I brush my teeth
Scrape memeories of our relationship
just enough resin to get stoned
You kicked my ass in a dream I had
I could only wisper I loved you
as the blood leaked from my mouth

Why are you still here
In my head
in my dreams
In the taste of the gum I chew
I should buy a different kind
its really all I have left of you
I hear you weez late in the night
I never look to see if its you
its just some sick Edger Allen Poe delusion
I just thank my broken mind for those few moments of comfort