Beneath Our Cigarette

Fire burns up your cigarette

Ash builds and falls

The rug that we lay on is old and worn

From the soles of those who tread on it before

Smoldering filter hangs from your lips

Tosses itself onto the floor

Lonely ember grabs the fibers

The side of the carpet begins to glow

Sleep interrupted by smoke rising from cotton

The corners of the room begin to char

Surrounded by fire we cling to one another

Nails dig in as cinder swirls around

Swiftly spreading, walls are bending

Wooden floorboards crack and crumble down

Your fixation and my need to keep you satisfied

Have burnt the world beneath our cigarette

Worlds burn beneath our cigarette

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