Smoking Death

December 14, 2010
By summerqdp GOLD, Dana Point, California
summerqdp GOLD, Dana Point, California
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Favorite Quote:
"A friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better."
"Then he put on forty-two and a half tabs of brown acid that he still had from his Woodstock days. She saw all kinds of colors. Lemon yellow, orange orange, cherry red, kaleidoscope eyes. The world was on fire."


Smoked too much,
it shows in my eyes
and I can't hide it
as my mother cries.

But those spoken words,
you never wish to see
are screaming from her
trying to save me.

Her eyes are always here,
screaming out regrets
that I thought would leave
when I tried to forget.

You'll never stop me,
I'm selfish enough for you
I'll take another hit
without thinking it through.

I'll smoke all day
until my eyes turn red
and as I walk in the house
you'll wish I were dead.



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on Nov. 5 2012 at 4:57 pm
katertott PLATINUM, Littleton, Colorado
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This is beyond relateable! thanks for writing it! keep it up :)


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