Breathe In

December 7, 2009
Inhale the stale city air
And return bated breath to the sky
Light a disease, lick the addiction, and love the high
As you ingest your deathly fate
Spiraling away from pursed yellowed lips, smoky gray
Curling its fingers lovingly around the macabre ambience
Bring on death, destruction, disease
If only on a small scale
Beat death and live continuously inhaling and exhaling
The poison of the world.
Cry when it’s too late,
When your body has given up
and no one can save your sickened soul.


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thepreechyteenager said...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 8:25 am
Loved the words, everything was as light and flowy and wispy as smoke- and no breaks in your rushing-water flow.
it was good
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