Coughing.
That's all you hear after the first hit. It drowns me in its clouds the taste hits my tongue, the nicotine hits my lungs. I finally for once feel relaxed.
Nothing call fill the empty void I feel every night. The fears flood as the smoke drags on. Fills my room the moon light balancing on the edges.
Drugs,
Nothing fills the void.
Maybe he might...
YOU ARE READING
Lost in the Rain
Poesiainspired by my favorite poet here on wattpad. This book is a doorway to my mind, the good and the bad. A way to release this pain this never ending black hole.
