Cigarettes, they help me live when I die,
Sleeping pills, everytime they stop me when I cry,
Its tough, but still it is what I abide,
In this cruel world, we all reside,
My poetry is what gets me high,
The feelings, the world,  its all so dry,
My eyes hurt, the teardrops fall,
On my skin, slowly do they crawl,
I know not of what I write,
The ink comes out, in moments of fright,
I'm stardust, but the sparkle is long gone,
For I was a mere soul in this body,
That God had thrown.