One Cigarette
Just a way through my eyes of addiction
Preach to me my lips
That gives me a consistent kiss
An unbearable touch
In between the tips
Let it slip, this is something I don't need to miss
I have it
I spent it
I had it
Oh god do I miss it
Preach to me my lips
That gives me a kiss
I hear my voice of consistence
It never seems to miss the frequency
I won't allow this to constrict
Unless I have a say in it
Oh world when will I be free
I had it
They took it
They think I'm broken
I'm laughin
They have no say in this
Preach to me their lips
That gives them their kiss
Do you know how to use this
Do you now dream of bliss
Leer into my eyes
To see if you see anything inside
Glare into your mind
To see the monster of disguise
I will allow myself to constrict it
Since I have a say in it
Mutilate
Immolate
Educate
No matter how much I formulate
Mutilate
Immolate
Self hate
I'm sorry but you are a little too late
About the Creator
Kaiden
writing some poems. Enjoy your time reading.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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