Cigarette packets causing a racket
In my brain i must be insane
Not a fighter still require a lighter
Clinging on to my ball and chain
all efforts to run are in vain
My lungs are fucked
aye who's to blame?The smell lingers on my clothes
so everyone knows
here's the freak showIt must be fun
to laugh and run
cancer sticks to my mouth and lungs
guess you can say i'm fucked and dumbsmokes are like my tempting gun
YOU ARE READING
the room
Poetrywhere i'm being, unfortunately to emo to articulate settling thoughts. thanks carina