Dependance consumes. Controlled and distracted by a selfinflicted sickness. With every breath of the poison the habit intensifies and the attempt to stop weakens. Filth smoulders in the ashtray as you draw the vileness into your lungs. Killing yourself, subjecting others to the air that your smoke defiles. Cashing in on a cash crop, cashing in on your slow death for their financial gain. They create then feed a carcinogenic addiction that leads to selfdestruction. Cancer ravages the throat and lungs. A diseased heart fails. The pain was avoidable and yet this insanity is accepted as normal. The first genuine moments of remorse may be the last seconds of life. Coughing up blood, gasping for breath. Each one was a nail in your coffin. Inhale. Asphyxiate.
.Your Mom.View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
Looking in as an outsider I have seen you slip Are you really happy, or just trying to forget Every joyful moment is reciprocated by a desperate and lonely thought Force it out of your mind, shove it all inside If we all changed to the lifestyle You're suggesting, what would be the end result Would we be perfect, Plastic hiding our grief in a shell of a conscience until it bursts at the seams or would we be able to deny our frustration entrance and live a perfect existence Chemical cage, created around ourselves There is a balance, negativity needs to exist, pain needs to persist otherwise the moments of joy We experience would loose their relevance The creation is just a veil covering your self-destruction Everything you know is a lie
.Sin City.