I tried to stop Time and time again I fought the drought But find it hard to quit From the hazards of smoking On the debentures of depressive life The noxiousness is heavy in my throat Smoldering my soul, draining my sakura The poison tastes of brittle passion This prison that's befallen my person Chomping on my reality Serving my identity to ill mentality I tried again to pull out But there's an intensity kneading a gnawing blackout Mashing what I used to be In a mist of blankness drifting in a cup of tea.. The many scars we bear Are visible of our spears But I am a splint of choked smoke Dying to a cankerous fog A cause unknown Behind a mask unseen.. OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATdarkbg9 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! 🌹 Collab with your dark words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
