Smoke
It floats effortlessly, never really having a set course.
It harmlessly glides along the breeze untill someone breathes it in and it looses it's innocence.
It flys with the birds, engulfing the lungs of the victim, slowly suffocating them.
Encasing the future of the victim, a slow and breathless death.
Gliding along the walls of the lungs.
Licking at the years of life the victim has left, slowly burning them away like a fire.
Clouding up the minds eye.
An addiction.
A twisted love.
It funnels its way into the heart and the mind.
It embeds itself in the life of the victim.
And they love it.
Smoke.
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Random Poems
PoetryHere are a few random poems that I have made up when I felt like shit. so if you want to read it go ahead I'm not going to force you. (Please do I need recognition for something in life) yeah thanks !
