My cigar awakes my sanity ...
I take a puff and I start to see,
I begin to think ,
I start to smile alone,
I regain my subconscious being .
The irony of talking to people not with me start,
I write to the dead,
They almost immediately reply,
And I begin to own what I lack,
This makes me feel so good.
When my packet is left with two,
I begin to stress,
I see a hard time,
I regret my inabilities,
I call for more,just because i cannot live without.
I am addicted to cigarettes.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
My cigar awakes my sanity ...
I take a puff and I start to see,
I begin to think ,
I start to smile alone,
I regain my subconscious being .
The irony of talking to people not with me start,
I write to the dead,
They almost immediately reply,
And I begin to own what I lack,
This makes me feel so good.
When my packet is left with two,
I begin to stress,
I see a hard time,
I regret my inabilities,
I call for more,just because i cannot live without.
I am addicted to cigarettes.
