is a falsehood in itself.

It reddens your veins

from wasting your blood;

it takes someone strong

and brings them to their knees;

it paints the world red

until it all goes pitch black;

it steals away your God

and massacres your mind;

it criminalizes a soul

that never wanted a smoke;

it makes a shy person

bashfully begin to lose hope;

it lies and manipulates

whoever agrees to submit;

it draws and quarters

the innocent young fool;

it summons tears until

you’re insane from the aching;

it lets you cough every

drop of blood onto the floor;

it cannot be drank away

like most of your maladies;

yet I loved it so much

I want you to live better than me.