you know i dream of you
i dream of smoking
those things that i have put away
because they became more pain than they were worth
and yet i love
maybe just the thought of them
the romantic notion of danger
and self-destruction
which is always lingering
in the back of my mind
i am still trying to find
the path to my essence
that elusive notion
of what i want to be
because something must be
better than this
