Madison

Smoke in the water from his lit cigarette. Black jacket hangs on his shoulder. Puff of white might send his wishes to heaven, invest in the faith because the rest leave us colder. Raindrops on Margiela suits. Captivated by the way a double-barrel shoots. A newfound empty seat in a ceilingless coupe, Witnessing heartbreak symphonies and him lost in the muse... Her blue eyes turn to gray, say not much different from the way they were before. True lies turn on you real soon when the run to escape just can't be endured. Blonde locks spoiling, goldie locks locked her shoots of getting endorsed. And now, with her perfect figure buried in the leaves of grass, he leaves at last, tires shredding through her epitaph.