❝Cigarettes are killers that travel in packs.❞
-Mary S.
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it's not sane, but you take that route anyway
the hazy smoke obscures your eyesight
at three in the morning, burning yourself away
as if you are not aware that it isn't right
and the nicotine rages along with your life
it ruins you by slyly stealing your existing hours
but you just state that it's your life and choice
tousled bedsheets, coffee-filled cups, wilting flowers
and your lungs, all are starving and waiting to rejoice
close your eyes and listen to them, damaged teen
you have no idea about who all will be hurt when
the thing you love will turn out to be the murderer
its revenge has destroyed millions of wounded men
you follow their footsteps and sell yourself to the torturer
believing that death will finally end the pain
you light it up so close to your harsh, bleeding lips
because you don't think clearly as you try to breathe
this sin and ignorance cannot prevent life's eclipse
you're just caging yourself while seeking to be free
it's hard but don't give up on living so soon
the fire burns it and gives you a temporary satisfaction
but everything that glitters is not gold, injured child
it is evil in angel's halo and it demands your attention
so you ignite yet another cigarette, eyes red and wild
embracing your own slow and agonising death
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there's a reason why it says, "smoking kills"
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.
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