The smell of toxic tar is calling your name.
It's a craving of impure fumes that glide smoothly throughout your lungs.
Stop breathing for a while and feel the harsh fog.
Close your eyes and exhale.
It pushes out, lingering for a few more seconds with you.
Open your eyes to see smoke moving perfectly together as two lovers entangled in each other.
It fills a space somewhere inside of you.
A string of mist guiding up to touch the sky,
While you're planted on the ground,
Wishing to follow.
