Way of life (vices and obsessions) por Oly

My mind wanders to the beat of music
While my lips suck the life
That the cigarette burns.

Rainy night.
It’s a black hole.
It attracts me. It drags me.
It caches me.

I’m dancing nonsense on the unmade bed.
Perhaps the last Tequila wasn’t a good idea.
But the night invited me to this shot…
And a hundred more before.

The song comes to an end.
It’s only your sweat soaking my skin.
The day dawns and it doesn’t rain.
More than five hundred nights playing the same song.

One last cigarette takes me,
By the hand,
To the world of dreams and nightmares.

And tomorrow?
Tomorrow will be another night.