Whiskey And Cigarettes
I intake whiskey for a little realization, on letting go.
I inhale smoke just to be alone.
Soon whiskey and cigarettes will be tethered to my skin
But then again I think its always been
I inhale smoke cause I need that time to get away,
I inhale relax and pray its my moment of the day.
With every sip along the way whiskey warms what’s been engraved.
This familiar feeling of inflamed, feels like freedom for a slave.
Its just the day to day,
I wouldn’t call it shame,
I wouldn’t call it sane,
But to name what’s in the frame I suppose I’d picture pain
The two jacks swigging whiskey smoke up half a pack.
I’ve fallen to their ways.
They stole my captive gaze,
And usually like always, I’m tethered to there trade.
Totally reluctant I give in and play their game.
Gladly and neglected I kneel and start to fade.
Smoking for the moment, whiskey to get away.
Its this lethal combination that helps me complement the shade.
Now for reasons unbeknown to me.
They’ve brought me to a creek.
Where now I sit and drink.
And smoke instead of think.
This is my main wisdom, its my kingdom full of sin.
My whiskey and my cigarettes help breath again