I smoke too much

I smoke too much -

I like the taste,

The taste of sorrow

And disgrace.

Within my lungs,

With every breath,

I pull you out,

You're out, I'm Death.

False recallings

Painted black,

They all surround me,

No regret.

The rain outside,

It gives me strength.

I part our ways,

We can't connect.

I smoke too much,

So I've been said.

I smoke soo much

To not be sad.

I feel my legs,

But then I don't.

I catch my breath

The screams I hold.

I'm soo ashamed,

I don't feel weak.

I grit my teeth,

I pass the week.

My end is far,

I'm incomplete,

But better this

Than six feet deep.