we are babies
children sucking on cancer ridden lollipops
dependent have we become
upon sticks of rolled tobacco
exhaling white flags waving with no pride
rather
a surrender
we pull toxins into blackening lungs
with hopes of passing on faster
our prayers go unanswered
therefore:
we find ways of
coping - escaping
from these hell bound individuals
those we call our friends
lips chapped to the point at which blood appears
they touch orange tinted filters
and then they become lost
we become lost
guilt filled stomachs
for we promised ourselves
we took the pledge
one that said we would never succumb to this
yet-
we have
