I think that coffee is a drug
And it poisons my mind
And burns in my veins
I go completely mad
The cigarettes take hold in my lungs
And the heat of the coffee soothes
My throat feels less on fire
The ashes settle in my lungs
Tiny flecks of dust building up
And weighing down
When I breathe in I look at the moon
And the molecules swirl and dance inside my lungs
I come undone
I am a symphony in the darkness
In which no light but that of the lunar goddess will shine