Virgin Lungs

I don't really smoke, but if I did, it'd be the perfect time. Thoughts run reckless across my mind while I indulge in tasteless wine.
Too pessimistic for smoke and mirrors so I'm static while others chase the signs. Some vapors in my presence might dilute this refined state of mind.

 Inclined to align to others past times but I must declined. That glazed over, hazed over,  look you display can only fray the mind.
Dull steel can't cut the layers of the sky and ascend to higher space in time. I'd rather stay sharp so I can fillet these ties and lies that bind.

My thinking is 30 stories up so I guess I'm always high. Didn't even need a Philly or a Swisher, or a lighter.


Just my mind...

A Lapse in Thought [Failure]

A lapse of thought leads to flaws in judgement. You cover your mistakes and hope they never go public. The public ask questions and you're quick to change the subject. Failure overshadow your success and leave you open to the dumb shit. Now your names in question so you know where the blame's rested. Got you sick to your stomach like a case of indigestion. Then your friends fall back but all your enemies got suggestions. The hint of your downfall got them aroused like erections. Vultures hanging up overhead, circling the skies while the people that once supported you await your demise. They don the black suits and shift their little ties while they toast to my funeral with malice in their eyes.

All it took was a single lapse in thought. A flaw in judgement.

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