Nicotine Dream

Nicotine death devil in smoke shining in front your eyes with Harry potters invisible cloak taking Breath by breath with every smoke you'll choke its no joke stop the smoke stop the smoke black tar dimming a inner star shriveling lungs far to young bad tasting tongue struggling to absorb air so you seek to sit down some where ,frantically stretching to reach a near chair, with a mysterious fear, with the other hand wiping a single tear, and you can hear a loud chime and ringing ,as your swaying swinging and you whisper your last poem, that you never got to show EM! HE SAYS ......I shall never smoke again..... THE END He in the arms of Gentle she. he watches his body from above it was to late Becoming smoke was his final fate.... ITS SAD TO SAY IT! Grime in lungs Grime took his time away with his wife and kids he couldn't stay I don't know but i am no hypocrite but I decided to quit!