Grey plumes of smoke.
A cigarette between lips and clenched teeth.
"You know smoking can kill."
Raised eyebrows.
"Do I care?"
He exhales, smiling.
"You're gonna die."
Another exhale. Then a deep breath in.
"That's the point."
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Painful Truths
PoesieLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
