of nicotine and smoke.

lungs soaked of nicotine,

my blood rages through my skin.

as smoke engulfs my nostrils,

I feel closer to darkness.

 

my dark emotions

make more sense to me.

seizures and impulses

are my drugs.

 

as my heart pounds

against my rib cage,

my veins,

resist the urge to burst open.

 

 

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