When things go bad.
All I want to do is smoke!
I don't smoke, but if it can cure the problems of others then why not mine?
Everything seems to crash upon the shores of Michael;
rocking the sea and the boats abroad that mighty cruise.
Cracking the shell of a mighty tortoise that once lived forever,
while a shell-less beast like myself crumble beneath the turtle.
Choking on each breath of air as if everywhere was Beijing;
a quick mist of miasma seems to clog the senses.
Where shall I go when all I can do freeze my body,
and decline my minds wishes to haphazardly stagger forward.
Today I do not smoke, but the next day I still do not smoke!
A sink hole appears insight and possibly everyone else will wonder in;
they may find what they were seeking for in the depths, but I cannot follow.
I cannot end a smokers fate,unless I also choose to break my will.
Today I wish to smoke, but the next I will wish to live.