2018-12-12

随笔二

Walking cigarette

He chose the path going to the underground

Holding a cigarette in his hand without smoking it

Rebellion buried deep in his head

So walk away walk away

It is not the path for every other 

If you ever get to taste a sip of him

The first hit you inhale lead into the gate of dungeon 

The antidote to get out is in his left hand after he blow your mind

Yes, it's going to rip you apart 

Yet it is the one only way to have the antidote 

Before you get out 

Leave your color in the poison and mix it darker

If by chance you ever wonder if he smoke

Not anymore after the acid kicked in and turned him into a walking cigarette.