Cigarettes And Sex

I need something to believe in

right now.

God is dead to me,

and the devil is burning

in hell.

I need to see what life

is.

I need to save my brother before

he drowns himself in cigarettes and sex.

He needs addiction.

I need my life.

He needs his secrets.

I need my knife.

This never ending hole, that I am stuck in,

is driving me crazy and making me sick.

I need cigarettes and sex.

Reviews

[obvious pseudonym]

look i'm not going to tell you to not smoke or cut ar any s**t like that, but i do like your poem. it's full of emotion and you wrote what's on your mind. that's what good poets do. i just want to welcome you to writers cafe