nicotine

hip hop inspired flow poetry.

Smoke and cigarettes cloud my mind with solid thought

the shaking of veins and the pain of my withdrawal

I refuse to let my soul be corrupted or be bought

tumultuous, its never as easy as you thought.

With a fogged lack of concentration

no patience, throwing a coin in a wishing well,

a soul foresaken in the spirralled layers of hell

I can't tell, if desire will be accomplished

I just hope it will come quick

or ill run

kick 

and spit

in my ever-closing cell.