It's bad to smoke, that's what they say.
Because the burning air blackens your lungs,
a tragedy befit for some.
I've never taken nicotine,
so why do vape clouds feel so good?
Burnt air encloses my throat.
I can't breathe,
funny joke.
My lungs can't take this,
my hands start to shake.
Scars of black tar,
stuck like honey in a jar.
I inhale streams of liquid fire in its distorted form.
Where is paradise?
Where the grass is green and the skies are blue.
Where the air is clean and I have no thoughts of somewhere new.
Please don't leave me on hold,
let this be the last time I'm sent to voicemail.
Postcard please,
these vape clouds don't want to go away.
They follow me everywhere I go,
they've killed my friends and they'll kill you too.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
So don't call me crying when the world starts to break,
moments decay,
serenity changes,
and I am no longer inhaling just smoke,
but forest fires.
Burning sensation trapped in my lungs,
those vape clouds are on fire,
I can no longer taste my tongue.
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
