Sunsets, Xanax & Cigarettes

7:39 am The sky is a mix of blue, pink and yellow. A chill bites the air, snow flurries down . It's a gloomy March day, not a soul is breathing. I stutter for a voice, listen to me please! Hold my breath and cross my eyes, I've kept my secrets and scars from prying eyes. An island of sin to waddle away in. All I can think about is you, an addiction, a disease. Like cancer, and rain in the summer wind. My enemy, my best friend. My love for you grows ... ... as a heartstring falls dead