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Back to Black
It’s liquid death
These thoughts of you
Tobacco scented
With a whiskey’d song
To sing me home
Into the empty arms
Of a broken bed
Where I dream of tears
Carving pictures in my skin
My face a landscape
Of technicoloured memories
Fading to black
In my haunted
Midnight reflection
Like the kiss
Of a self-fulfilling prophecy
Drowning languid
In the whiskey’d hymn
Of lonely lies
Among stagnant smoke
Suffocating in the cold night air
© Indie Adams 2012
These thoughts of you
Tobacco scented
With a whiskey’d song
To sing me home
Into the empty arms
Of a broken bed
Where I dream of tears
Carving pictures in my skin
My face a landscape
Of technicoloured memories
Fading to black
In my haunted
Midnight reflection
Like the kiss
Of a self-fulfilling prophecy
Drowning languid
In the whiskey’d hymn
Of lonely lies
Among stagnant smoke
Suffocating in the cold night air
© Indie Adams 2012
Published 24th May 2012
| Edited 29th May 2012
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25th May 2012 1:59am
so heartbreaking.."tears carving pictures in my skin, My face a landscape of technicoloured memories, Fading to black" hauntingly achingly sad and lovely
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