the smoke doesn't suffocate me
it doesn't wrap itself around me
no
it tells me things
it whispers secrets to me
things that it says that only i can know
it trusts me
that's fine right ?
it's nice
like having a friend you can confide in
i love that
i enjoy the comfort of the smoke
it gently touches my face like a whisper
and tells me
it'll all be okay
the smoke is smart
i couldn't even feel it
not when it crept inside and i didn't even notice
i couldn't even feel it
rotting me from the inside out
i couldn't even feel it
as i hit the floor
i couldn't even feel it as it took control forever
