cigarettes are my best friend.
i love the way you burn my throat but not the way you burn my eyes.
i thought these tears were streaming because of the smoke cringing my corneas but they were real tears...
like from... my emotions.
man **** those guys.
i taste it in my mouth, my lungs, my flesh.
i smell like you, but it's never enough.
light me on fire when i spark a port.
singe my skin, **** and poke and find out who i am.
what does this mean?
what does anything mean?
cancer is just a name.
death is a terminal disease we are all diagnosed with at birth.
they come, they go,
*who cares anyways.