How sick i was when i smoked you..

it is only now I realize
how sick I was when I smoked you

your fragrance filled my life
and by your essence I was consumed

like a bird in winter my reason had flown
south to find a more companionable perch

A monument to the strength of LIES
I was all the days i smoked you

and in your dark hold i lay entombed
where no good light would find me

but a speck of TRUTH did one day alight!
and from you i struggled free

little did i know what torture lay ahead for me:
rotting flesh seemed to fall from striken bones

as i lay in guilt
and felt

the withdrawals of a hundred indulgent moments
I lay in the guilt i was due

I breathed you in
I breath you out!

and it's only now I realize
how sick I was when I smoked YOU