to eight minutes, forever lost

created by blackwings

(thing) by blackwings (1.4 y) (print) ? (I like it!) 2 C!s Fri Aug 05 2005 at 16:25:21

I inhale, and a tiny demon creeps
Into the air, I hold, draw deep, release,
And from my open mouth my brief life seeps
And dissipates. I watch my days decrease,
As if with every outward breath I free
A wisp of soul, a part of me at peace.
A spirit, once so brilliant, now in me
Consumed in ash that from my lips now leaps
The fatal breezes of calamity.

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Sicknesses of the Soul	How to smoke	A time to shoot	My kisses, they do not fade
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white spirit	rest in peace	Smoke	drag

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