My heart is aching
My throat is itching
My head is throbbing and
My sight is fading
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it was for the last time
My mind is screaming,
My hands are buzzing
My legs are weakening
My chest is beating
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could ease my mental distress
My ribs are tightening
My eyes are burning
My lungs are ripping and
My scars are prickling
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could tame the beast inside me
One must always hope
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
My heart is aching
My throat is itching
My head is throbbing and
My sight is fading
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it was for the last time
My mind is screaming,
My hands are buzzing
My legs are weakening
My chest is beating
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could ease my mental distress
My ribs are tightening
My eyes are burning
My lungs are ripping and
My scars are prickling
Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could tame the beast inside me
One must always hope
