• Two AM cigarette breath, Singing along silently to the music that flows in the ear. Sleepless nights are welcomed with a splash of water in the face, mint tooth paste smother the tast of nicotine. Next is spent sneaking outside to sing love songs to the first star that catched the eyes. A sad smile is a welcome to the face of one who gets no reply. Lets make a wish, a simple wish full of selfish words, selfish emotions. Its just a way to feel better, wishs dont always come true. Hopes are just a whisper away. A whisper that leaves you gasping for more. Yet that gasping leaves you choking. The sore feeling of your throat aches with every breath, every word, every swallow of saliva that builds up. Trying to spit out the saliva, leaves your mouth dry and thirsty for more. A waste of DNA is what it is. Everything is a waste it seems, or is it? Who knows, no one. Everything is what it wants to be. It wants to be what it has to be. Simply simple.