Lopsided layabouts- when tilted cigarette meets with fret-filled soul.

Predisposed people, supposing to propose

An unsettling thing..

Of liquefying Beauty.

Herein there-in heavily it will spill, itself tender and tilted heavenly against… Their guttural asphyxiation, only ever up until

Shyly it ‘lies’- their forever fruits of bestial behaviour

So softly lies- the soul who knows a level of fixated failure too gross to realise

This weight placed upon these agonised eyes