Af1 - Clove Smoke Carthasis

Af1 - Clove Smoke Carthasis


lean against the night and laugh as i try to scale the walls. ignored futility fills the air. you're only there to watch me fall......if only pure sweetness was offered, why's this bitter taste left in my mouth? if i could catch my breath, just to exhale, i'd know that i held it in too long....from above comes a faint smile. a new vantage, such a view. familiarity now disowned, just sit and stare as i walk away.