Poetry {english~german}

Just why? And they keep on doing...

Smoking smoking that's a tasty

Flavour in my destroyed lungs

I just love it being hasty

On my way the black-red tongues

My condition said goodbye and

I didn't checked it, that lost

Of my running sessions blend

In my eyes the sun. I tossed

My life quality in the trash

But well when I begun

I thought that was cool. My friends

All of them did that, too but

I just swallowed a gun

The smoke was the reason why it all ends