painful addiction

Love, I’m addicted to it
Still getting none
I crave for it and love everyone to get the same back
But suffering is what I get in return

Strange thing it is to get addicted to pain
But that’s what I’m comprised of
It outlines my life, limits it
Flowing in my veins

My life this thing drives
Being addicted to smokes
Is what makes me survives
It’s the only thing which loves and relieves my pain
Turning into ashes
And never complains

Maybe also addicted to her eyes
They give me pain
Sufferings
Feeling of guilt
And a reason to survive

addictive killing smokes

Standing by your friend
And sharing is taught
I took it otherwise and shared the smoke

Small white sleek stick
Cannot be of much harm
Can it disturb my life?
So calm
Whatever it may be no one is to blame
Its my own life and its responsibility I claim
So just for the sheer taste

I took it in haste

The experience was the worst of all kind
I choked... and explained it as first time
That was the death's trick of showing the way
And I was following my friend right away

To show him I’m not weak
I puffed once more
Trying to feel, the feel all adore

(after a month)

Still addiction no where to be seen
I started to smoke on whatever day that had been
Tension was the excuse sometimes
othertimes that was any that rhymes

(a month to die )

Smoke's slave soon I became
Although I knew it
I smoked once more to push the fucking thoughts away

Smoke preferred over smoke is an idea insane
But now to live without it is to die
So let it remain