The Envoking Perfume V.2

The smell of sunflowers and cigarettes.

The mixture i have known for years.

Bittersweet the smell, in a time of very real anger and fake compassion.

The meat market was booming back then.

So many faces, slightly askew as i try to remember them.

Much love was shared, where love lasted only a couple of hours then vanished immediately.

Another night, another love, like actors on the stage.

Sunflowers and cigarettes, dancing in my darkened room.

We were as unreal as marionettes.

End scene. >

Get Out!! Get The Fcuk Out!!!

Maybe i'll see her tomorrow night.