Why
Is my entire paycheck
Going towards this?
Why
Do I love to **** myself?
I really do.
The smooth pack in my hand,
Firmly packing against my opposite palm.
Pulling off
Clear
Crinkling
Cellophane,
The shiny silver
Foil,
Then revealing my prize.
I slide a single
Cigarette
Out of this pack,
and inhale the sweet scent of
Tobacco.
Between my lips
It fits so effortlessly,
Like it was meant to be.
Sparking my lighter,
The flame erupts,
and I begin to slowly inhale
My pleasure,
My addiction,
My death.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Why
Is my entire paycheck
Going towards this?
Why
Do I love to **** myself?
I really do.
The smooth pack in my hand,
Firmly packing against my opposite palm.
Pulling off
Clear
Crinkling
Cellophane,
The shiny silver
Foil,
Then revealing my prize.
I slide a single
Cigarette
Out of this pack,
and inhale the sweet scent of
Tobacco.
Between my lips
It fits so effortlessly,
Like it was meant to be.
Sparking my lighter,
The flame erupts,
and I begin to slowly inhale
My pleasure,
My addiction,
My death.
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