manny2
10-29-2007, 01:38 AM
The touch of heartache
A feeling of poison
life without breathing
panicking for air
Just one taste is all I ask
Of fresh clean brisk air
Gasping in the light
People circling around
Doing nothing but blank stares
No help around
With their cigarettes in hand
Watching as I inhale;
The death of tumbling smoke
Flowing into my lungs
Dark and empty I stand
Clouds of smoke;
My lungs are full
But cigarettes stay lit
With only the holders to watch me
In my despair.
A feeling of poison
life without breathing
panicking for air
Just one taste is all I ask
Of fresh clean brisk air
Gasping in the light
People circling around
Doing nothing but blank stares
No help around
With their cigarettes in hand
Watching as I inhale;
The death of tumbling smoke
Flowing into my lungs
Dark and empty I stand
Clouds of smoke;
My lungs are full
But cigarettes stay lit
With only the holders to watch me
In my despair.