Deathly Warmth
DEATHLY WARMTH
My head rolls in hazy smoke.
I feel warmth in the burns of death.
White, sickly ashes stain my plates.
Death sends a warm smile.
The more it burns,
the friendlier death becomes.
The more hell welcomes me,
the more insanity embraces me.
With every cigarette,
my final abode digs deeper.
Never mind, I know what is calling.
I still don't believe,
for the burns of it
only give me an indescribable feeling.
I gladly ignore the warning.
Not all smokers does death embrace faster.
I only die by God's will.
It's not my doing.
It's the doing of cigarettes
the feelings and joy they give.
Either way, they send you down
three glorious roads
The paradise of insanity.
The warmth of death.
The heaven of hell.
Tima Write
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