I sinned today...
The slow draw swept me away.
I tasted such sweet nothing.
Warm smoke, finished with that sting.
It started with a harmless light,
The toxic chemicals wrapped in white.
I truly thought I was done,
It was four months, since I had one.
I thought I could escape its hold,
Yet I find myself still clutching death in the cold.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
I sinned today...
The slow draw swept me away.
I tasted such sweet nothing.
Warm smoke, finished with that sting.
It started with a harmless light,
The toxic chemicals wrapped in white.
I truly thought I was done,
It was four months, since I had one.
I thought I could escape its hold,
Yet I find myself still clutching death in the cold.
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