1 peom: The Taste

[amorphous]

Title: The Taste
Words: around 200
Rating PG probably
Warnings: None?
Author's Notes: This is not a fanfic. You're more than welcome to comment, critique even (but no flaming or spamming!), but this is not a fanfic.

I sleep among ink stains and ashes
A ciggarette burnt a hole in the fabric
Long before my addiction took hold
But it keeps me warm when I'm cold

Comforting and familiar, I create a lock
Out of thin air and nothing more
The racid taste is no longer so bad
The flavor lingers even after it's gone

It overwelms me, consumes me
It's a miracle no one knows
I put out fire the moment I hear something
Wishing I didn't have to hide away

I wish I didn't have pretend anymore
The secrets and lies by omission
Make me tired and feel alone
Like no one really knows who I am

I wrap myself in the smokes covering
Relishing in the familiar feelings
It's something stable in a hectic world
Nothing stays the same but the taste

It sends shivers down my spine
Sometimes my legs refuse to hold my weight
The weight I carry is too much to bear
The taste helps remove the burden