( I wrote this awhile back, thought I'd share )
Death stood by
"Go ahead", it said , "Smoke 1-2 or 3"
"I don't care" it chanted , "If you smoke them all...
Because by choosing me I'll lead to your fall"
"Inside your brain where chemicals seep" it continued...
"I'll bond to the weakness and there I will keep....
All your will power, yes I will teach you to lack
I'll feed it more Nicotine with the rest of the crap....
I will betray you and make you believe
You can't do anything without me.....it's me that you need....."
This death had a name the more I explored
And in the form of a cigarette, I just wanted more.
Then came a day I threw in the towel
I reached out to Ex and they taught me 'How'...
I flipped and I flopped until I got it right
I fought through many tears
I put up a good fight
I did ALL of the homework
And never looked back
The Elders stayed by my side
I wanted what they had.
DEATH is still here, waiting patiently
"Go ahead"...it still whispers,
"Smoke 1-2 or 3..."
But now I am stronger with more knowledge inside
So I won't be choosing the death sticks
No, not taking that ride....
I come here with my Ex friends
I've learned from the best
I take what I need and I leave the rest