The smell of Kent Failed to bring me to life, I felt almost nothing, kept silent like dead. The poisoned blade Of a sharp kitchen knife Was bound to cut me, I dropped it instead.
I miss the tune of my ringtone That no one except us knew; I went to bed with my cell phone And dreamt of hearing from you. Your voice became my sole salvation,
The times of the rhyming sensations are ceased, It's no surprise evil love has deceased - My heart is a chamber with limited space, Indifference got all my feelings erased.
I am drenched in silver smoke With my weekend brandy mates, Laughing at the same old jokes, Taking part in drunk debates. When my forces get united, I will leave the noisy bar,
I'd sell my heart in paperback, In verses for perverts to read. The crimson lines look good on black, Just like the world behind my lids. For crimson is my poisoned blood