Nicotine Eyes

The monster is real
it has smoke breath
and nicotine eyes
with razor blade claws
and whiskey words

The monster is my friend
it wraps me in a dark blanket
and promises escape
it's there every minute
hiding in the back of my head

The monster loves me
it listens to my troubles
it leaves it's mark
on my arms and hips
and my fractured smile

I can see the monster,
it's nicotine eyes and razor blade claws.
It's whiskey words
hide in the mirrors
I can see the monster,
Can you?