Cigarettes and Wine

[outlandishstar]

CAUTION:
These are not ritzt sentences full of Jabberwocky slithing
It's the simple vocabulary of knife in your back

Let me read you this, a story of children lost, affected, and made statistics
What can children betray without mothers?
Routine teaches us to shelf our fathers
Sound proof rooms are all but evidence
It's out of their hands
It seems now, they are men
Sitting at bars around the world
Booze and marijuana, sorrow and no hope
Your eyes on this page solidifies the question
How does that song go?
Tragedy is a poor interior decorator
That's right; they never did know how to sort out our affairs
I saw risen from bottles, loose-leaf answers without hinge and angle
Thin how, thin simple it was to become a hypocrite,
To build fact from betrayal
I should be insulted but I am unaware
The happy words went out of the fire escape,
Innocence thought it good to follow
And took along its song
Ruddy grins sparkled clean through desertion
Smoke stains told the truth,
Forget brushing that smile, the buildings on fire.
- Hark