a stick of death.

weabro By weabro, 17th Oct 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/l0qmo2w0/
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as the stick of death hangs between your lips,you decide you accept your burning fate.

cigarettes.

cigarettes.

the smokey ash swirls out of your mouth by the dozens,swinging its death tendrils in all directions.
you look down at the death stick,with its burning hot embers setting of the heat of a stripper's body.

these were your life lines.
the little white sticks that burned and let smoke fly off were the things that made you fly.

you cry about it every night.
your settled by your death.
this stick holds your fate,and for being calm you play the game and risk it all to enjoy the bitter flavor of death and calmness.

you decide you like it.
you like the thought of smoke ripping you apart and killing you,because it means you'd be dead.

the calmness the ash brings with the embers of the sun makes you feel high.
your swept away by death and being alive.

the you remember your already dead.
your a shell of a human,so it doesn't matter if this kills you because your already dead.

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Cigarettes, Sadness

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author avatar weabro
I'm dani,and I'm an asexual with a gf named lauren.

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author avatar Utah Jay
20th Oct 2014 (#)

I like your poetry, it is a little dark and that's okay with me.

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