Life feeling like an aftertaste
A seven year old's birthday cake
After school snacks and lemonade
Gum wrappers of animal tattoos
Pasted with spit and koolaid

I’d like to smoke my fate
Let it waft up to the rafters while I inhale its toxic embrace
Toss the **** and forget this place,
Watch my life pass in a parade
The dead walking by in ghostly haze,
My mistakes floating in a balloon craze,
My love paving the way
and,
My memories tethered by stakes.

My breath shakes and I contemplate,
Why I’ve come and why I stay
Are the days so great?
If the few I love were to go away I would have no reason to stay
These dark thoughts play
While the child smiles over little things,
Crayons, cartoon time and hide-and-seek
My duality of personality
I'm smoking candy canes.