You, you sit there with your small mind and your big plans, I watch ... your cracked lips and nicotine stained fingers, smile inside my head of what you think you are and what you have become. Hit my cigarette and see the haze of smoke circle around the thoughts in my mind, clouding your vision not mine . I touch my face and feel the posion rush though your veins. My eyes are dark, watching, haunted, wanting to hate. I hide them, you can't see inside me , look into my eyes, look into me, what do you see? A smile plays upon my lips because my eyes are a place not many have seen, you have to want to know...no one does....A hypocrite, scared and alone, do you wanna know? Do you? It's all a mind fuck game, thought, action, circumstance....So small in this vast universe does anyone notice ..does anyone care?!
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