It's the thrill of it all,
I inhale a cloud of smoke,
the fucking thrill,
I exhale it's euphoric.

The ash falls out of the cigarette painted pipe
it sizzles on the rain-kissed pavement.
Suddenly, every sound is amplified and
I crave silence like I crave you.

I close my eyes.
Owls in the distance.

Drown out the world with me.