Smoke

Strike a match
Watch it burn
Take the black
And start to turn
Inhale
Exhale
Light again
Set ablaze
To my best friend
Inhale his soul
To join with me
And shorten my eternity
It grows inside
And exits white
Creating clouds on a cloudless night
The smoke stings my lungs
Fills me with a menthol hug
I cannot stop
Though I must
This small white stick
I cannot trust
I know that it is killing me
Digging a grave
That I can't see
This smoke I make
The sting I feel
The grave I dig
And then conceal
Beneath a layer of spray and wash
The smoldering sticks of ash I toss
Out in the world to singe and die
But keeping all their ash inside
My lungs are black
My heart unwrapped
So I pull another from the pack

Reviews

[3rdEyeSharp]

I like, but maybe you should try the ganja instead ;)

[Bane]

Haha, thanks!