Silent Ember

Band geek breathing exercises

Are practiced through a simple concotion,

Motley but beautiful conglomeration

Of what must be a madman's chemicals.

This bitter taste is my home now,

A fitting, soothing sanctuary

For all these meandering, pathetic thoughts.

Pitch black darkness consumes it all,

The flame, it flickers, dancing briefly

Until your ember is glowing soft.

I can gaze into that wonderous sight,

My only little bit of light,

While time remains rigid in disapproval.

This kiss, this taste upon my lips,

Along my tongue, within my lungs,

Shall be the only one I'll know

To the end of these garish days.

And it's been said that we all need

Rough oxygen to fill our lungs.

I'll give up all that stale air

To breathe this hissing, lasting sigh...

Reviews

[Paris France]

I did enjoy this. I had a hard time distinguishing whether you were writing about cigarettes or hallucinogenic drugs. But when I think about it to some, smoking is like a soothing drug. You make it sound so sultry and wonderfully inspirational, good persuasive skills. Well done my friend : )

you know, you're the one who got me into cigarettes.
and I'm starting to see why you like them so much.

"This kiss, this taste upon my lips,
Along my tongue, within my lungs,
Shall be the only one I'll know
To the end of these garish days."

-and to that, I say...bullshit.