I'm as pale as the fog
I'll let you take me in and inhale me
Take me into your lungs
So hopefully I'll have a shot at your heart
...
But you'll use me
Like I used myself
Stomp me out like a cigarette
Watch me fizzle and turn gray
...
I'm as toxic as rat poison
I'll let you smoke me and feel me
Coating your lungs in coal black addiction
All I want is your heart
...
But you still spit me
I'm only good till the flavor wears off
So you throw me away like a pack
And with that all hopes
...
But I'm not sitting on shelves anymore
Waiting to be lit and used and stomped out
And now you're coughing out your lungs
Black tar swirling with karma
...
So while you're still wrenching
On the hospital bed, wishing it was over
I'll be off the counter and not in your pocket
Waiting to be smoked again
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Different style, but I like writing like this. Gets a lot out, and fun to write a story of sorts
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Comments3
Very relateable! Good write!
Thanks, changing up the style a bit
Whatever suits you, looking forward to more tbh
while you're dying there don't take to long I 'm off cheating on you I should tell you I'm Having another love affair. nice change in style writer
Thanks, more about how people will use you for their own gain, and when you finally stand up, you watch them wither away
either way you're moving on another piece good of work
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