Saturday, September 12, 2009

What is this.

Did someone say lighter?

The trigger is pulled.
A rush of adrenaline pulses through my brain and rushes through to my arms.
They reach out to a crumpled box
Filled with individually wrapped flakes of delight.

Standing sleepily,
My hands grip around the bars incarcerating me in the room
Swirls of smoke creep out the window.

Such days of youth
Shall be of regret once shadows fall upon my face.
But i don't care.

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