隨筆二
Walking cigarette
He chose the path going to the underground
Holding a cigarette in his hand without smoking it
Rebellion buried deep in his head
So walk away walk away
It is not the path for every other?
If you ever get to taste a sip of him
The first hit you inhale lead into the gate of dungeon?
The antidote to get out is in his left hand after he blow your mind
Yes, it's going to rip you apart?
Yet it is the one only way to have the antidote?
Before you get out?
Leave your color in the poison and mix it darker
If by chance you ever wonder if he smoke
Not anymore after the acid kicked in and turned him into a walking cigarette.
