I entered the smoky room, there he lay on his dusty bed, a cigarette in his right hand, staring into the abyss, without hope, without love, without life.
It smelled of rotten soul.
I entered the smoky room, there he lay on his dusty bed, a cigarette in his right hand, staring into the abyss, without hope, without love, without life.
It smelled of rotten soul.