(Get ready for the pretentiousness)
Ah, this cylinder of poison again.
It makes me smile, it makes me human.
Well at least that's what I like to pretened.
It hurts me. It burns my throat like cumin.
Is this why child actors cry so much?
They crave for something to make them feel whole?
They crave feeling, they crave something to touch.
But they find this posion, they find a goal.
So I guess that means we are all alike.
We all crave that sweet, sweet agony. Pain,
We love it so but it's a downward hike.
It's like we and our pain share an amity.
Wether it's smoking, drinking or other.
We all cause the tears of our mother.
