Each puff dulls the pain you bring,
Allowing myself time to feel euphoria.
Hate oozes as I soothe my soul,
Each second takes four hundred, and twenty moments to feel.
When it's over I'm left hoarse gasping for water, cotton in my mouth, and not a worry in the world.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Each puff dulls the pain you bring,
Allowing myself time to feel euphoria.
Hate oozes as I soothe my soul,
Each second takes four hundred, and twenty moments to feel.
When it's over I'm left hoarse gasping for water, cotton in my mouth, and not a worry in the world.