Drawing out the words it contains,
To my cigarette, it lights its flame
Reaching for the blunt-reverse psychology
It turns around, burns its hole inside of me
So my lungs continue to thicken
Fog that will reverse my death from a quicken
Keeping me out of reality infinitely
So my cigarettes become my life
My poetry
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Drawing out the words it contains,
To my cigarette, it lights its flame
Reaching for the blunt-reverse psychology
It turns around, burns its hole inside of me
So my lungs continue to thicken
Fog that will reverse my death from a quicken
Keeping me out of reality infinitely
So my cigarettes become my life
My poetry
