Green eyes
There are days, moments, hours, no sometimes it seems to stretch on endlessly the amount of time that I despise myself. Friends speak softly, "Heed our warning", I walk blindly. His arms were so warm, and in the winter breeze I just want someone to love me. Its my vice, my old occasional "bad habit", that has become a pack a day daily life style. Coal locks wind swept, grey oculars staring straight ahead, puffing madly on my cancer stick, knock off Gucci's tapping madly on the pavement. Where am I? Im surviving on air and nicotine. Water and memories. Slipping energy, bones portruding, anger rising, hush now, don't work up an appetite. There are days, moments, hours that i'd like to throw down my sword and call and end to this battle. That being so valient in the name of bones and fighting the devil that is food has grown old. I walk blindly. His arms were so warm, and with nothing fueling my body, I just need something, someone to love me. Its my vice, my old occasional "bad habit", that has become a a daily disease to live by.