Clove Smoke Catharsis
Ingnored 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 to long...
From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view. Familiarity know disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away.