He smoked himself out. Cigarette-soft fire devouring his mouth, putting out the stars in his eyes.
He’s all ruins. A wasteland in the hollows of his cheeks. The familiar thundering drawl snuffed out by a sad slur.
He kept his appointment with oblivion. And now, he’s a counterfeit million dollar man with skin the shade of fool’s gold.
pc: Only Lovers Left Alive