Your eyes are hazed behind a glaze of red film,

laid upon me from somewhere I’ve never been.

Moments aren’t meant to be spent like this,

you aren’t meant to be dying like this.

I breathe in your smoke that’s passed through your lungs;

precious air lost but its nothing if it gets me closer to you.

This one forgetful moment not forgotten,

lost in time,

but its mine.

I have this picture captured in my mind,

i close my eyes and I see, this photograph’s proof.

You drown yourself in your bottle of misery

each time you reach for another kiss from your poison,

moments aren’t meant to be spent like this,

you aren’t meant to be dying like this.

I can taste the smell of your warm toxic breath,

lost all inhibitions, but its nothing if it gets me closer to you.