Just a Cigarette

Sometimes all you can do is smile
When hell is a six letter word
And sex mirrors the stench of stale malt liquor
Angels have a funny way of rescuing the worthy
A shame us of the stolen innocence remain disserted

Lips are nude before carnal desires expose the shame of Eve
Succulent and scarred from years of barred teeth and chapped winds
A kiss can relinquish the tangible benefits of affliction
To personal when lust devours at a need for pleasure in disgust
And the once desired affection becomes a penitentiary of revulsion

Sometimes all you can do is smile
When heaven is a four letter word
And love mirrors the piss stains of incoherency
Demons have a funny way of consoling the broken
An honor us of the forgotten are cherished as pieces of wanted trash

A body is a canvas of regret and experience
Etched with stitches of nostalgia as passion is deprived then exploited
As cum residue begins to imprint like tattoo mistakes
And the soul is pierced with victimized acts of disfigurement
For me, just a cigarette holds more endearment than any godless lover