Puff

We emulate smoke stacks

Polluting ourselves with these acid makers in our hands

Burning down peace to its nub

Dulling our senses to the whiteness around us

Falling into sweet suffocation together

The kind of mystical spiritual nirvana it takes to make it to heaven

if only for so long as to escape this hell-bent world

Long before our destined time

I can't feel you but I can see

The burnt out soul left from the ashes

Signaling for help through breathless puffs

But you've gotten so high

I don't know if I can bring you down anymore

All I can do is give you lightless stares

As I find myself dissipating

Trying to escape my clouded mind

Withering into a black toxic wick