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