Beyond Dawn Cigarette
There's a cold, constant neon flicker
Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour
Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger
I suck the blood of a left hand finger
And with it I release my self-esteem
A reason to redeem
I'm a failure - I'm unclean
There's not an action I regret
I light another cigarette
And through the smoke, I feel the scent
Of something far beyond an incident
A lecture for the trivial
Artistic, not theatrical
And she moves just like an erotic cabar't
Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay
The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips
