29 April 2012
I watch the smoke twist and turn I feel the sensation of the burn From the darkest of nights to the sunniest days I crave and yearn your smokey ways Addicted I am Hooked years ago It pains me to see many people throw Your end away with plenty left My mistress of life but certain death Your packets Your colours Your flavours Your tips Your cylindrical shape upon my lips
I love but hate what you've done Despise you deep for what I've become An addict addiction for paper and weed To need to smoke tobacco indeed.
Smoking • Opuss № I