Green smoke.




The scent of the cigarette stinks in your mouth
The burning fire of one shot of vodka
Light up your tongue
Crushing down your words
Breaking down your heart 

So, your bloody lips don´t stop the kiss
Your young mind don´t stop the beat

The red color turns to blue
The blue turns to green
The smoke of your dreams
Comes to me

A killing white

The color of your eyes
The smell of your mouth
The color of the death
A dying pale 

-MARIUS VON CHESHIRE


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