Fleeting remembrance

Finishing my cup of coffee I suddenly strike a vein.

One more smoke just one more drag.

I'll smoke  past the filter to forget, not minding  the cost.

Inching closer to death one last tear drops out.




The pick axe is my hand and the ore it is my brain.

One more toke just another dime bag.

My breaths are shallow and my pulse is lost.

Memories flood the my mind as my lungs give out.




The needle finds its mark and I am numb to the pain.

This habit leads you from riches to rag.

lips as blue as vilolet and skin as white as frost.

Im left without a life to live out.