White

The feeling of cool leather flows down my throat
But it's not so bad, as my addiction grows
The smoke my body chooses to consume
And exhales when I wish to blow
The clouds of white that choose to leave
Soon disperse in seconds
But I wish to see them longer
So I continue to blow white clouds
As my lungs start to give out
Corroding as my body grows
The time passing by as seconds,
Slow and uneasy my mind thinks
Maybe this isn't good for me
But who is to tell?
Shall I point to all those medical studies
Or these white clouds my eyes adore
Will I die sooner?
Who is to care
Those family and friends that say they'll always be there
Or shall I listen to the voice that just tells the scars to grow
Shall I listen to the part of me that wants the blood to flow?
The clouds white as snow
Which I've only once experienced
Are so pretty, my eyes wish to linger
My desire for them grows
As my body deteriorates
My heart wishes to feel the clouds consumed down my throat
Muddling the thoughts in my brain saying to not
Shall I bend down to the muddy puddle in order to hear it speak?
Or shall I look at the icy snow that lies ahead?
Shall I bask in the beautiful white as it consumes my body
Or look at the small brown puddle that decorates the floor
My eyes grow tired of a diluted brown
But long to see the white for much longer


The taste of deviant on my lips.