let the nicotine fill your lungs
as your friends sit in silence
bodies tainted with crimson
pale faces of sweet memories
the sweet metallic pungency comes close
"isn't this nice?
such silence would've been damning
but isn't this nice?"
only a matter of time,
before it all decays
wash off the dreads of the night
before it all turns brown
but why does it matter though?
they'll be here pretty soon
for the screams brought the lights in
and with their crimson bodies and blue lips
i face my demise