My beloved tunnel, we meet again,
Your smoky embrace, was missed in the train,
Lets make a toast, to your tobacco smeared rear,
To my aerosol elixir, devouring my fears,
Come and teach me to forget,
Well being is a burden, I sweat,
Lets let it all out, with a puff so sacred,
lets ma'ar the society, with a mist of hatred,
Is it the smell, or is it the taste??
Which forces me, to clash my fate,
I'll breathe, and long past midnight,
And I fade away, with no regrets,
Your remains, bathed in a glowing aura,
Bleed profusely, in my abode of ashes,
A long thread of that marvellous grey,
The proud evidence, of your bittersweet karma,
The last spire, a sudden draught,
A purpose fulfilled, a lesson taught,
I wish I could avoid, that one last kiss,
I'll be back, with another bud, I promise.
