It comes in many shapes and forms
many colors flavors and tastes

it kills you slowly til you can't breathe because your lungs are withered or can't live because your kidneys are gone.

just one glass she says
just one taste
she can't live without having at least one glass of the finest every day
hold on let me smoke she says
not caring that she's killing us too
it's too hard to quit she says
well didn't grandma lay down the pack too?
not much longer now for the mixture
and she'll be in the hostpital bed slowly diein just liek all the others befor her
it makes her mad and explosive
because the smoke is detirerating her brain killing those cells
the liquor so fine of taste which she mixs with a pint of coke is dulling her senses
her mind is in pieces
and death will soon come to collect her soul
and tell her it's time to go.