Broken Cigarette

And all I ever really want to do as of recently

and late

is to not always feel so sad

anymore

and every song it seems

that I have written 

is always laced with the cries of downtrodden emotions kept alive by the 

decomposing carrion far beneath my current thought

in the graveyard that is my dreams

and it seems

it seems

it seems

I've seen

the only way to not be down

is to be with you

among the endless green of trees

To end this fickle thought disease

of constantly alone