Cigarette Break.

A quick smoke,
To help;
Relieve the stress.
A quick smoke,
To help;
Put my eyes at rest.
A quick smoke,
To help;
My mind awaken,
Outta it’s nest.
A quick smoke,
To help;
Clean up this ultra,
Chaotic mess.
A quick choke,
To remind me that,
I’m blessed.
This moment right here,
Is a pit stop on my quest.
This moment right here,
Will be my final test.
……
Mind burning cherry,
Embers crackle as I inhale.
Stealing a single breath,
From myself,
For my selfish greed.
Hmm… Whatta,
Selfish thing to do,
Indeed.
To release stress,
I choose;
To slowly kill myself.
To release stress,
I be;
Smokin’ out em’ packs.
Prayin’ to God for satisfax,
Exhale;
A deep breath to chillax.
Headphones,
Blasted to the max,
Scrollin’ through feeds,
&;
My favorite tracks.
Ignoring exactly what,
My life lacks.
In the end we’re really just,
Finding ways,
To waste our precious,
Time.
In the end we’re really just,
Finding ways,
To waste these endless,
Winding rhymes.
I’ve been tryna’ outshine,
What I fear already was,
My performance in it’s prime.
Reaching heaven is still,
Such a climb,
So why not jump into,
Hell’s fire & save some time?
……
Against the wall my back,
Is pressed.
Against the wall I scream,
From my chest.
Against the wall I gasp,
For a fresh breath,
Then light up a cigarette,
Let’s move on to what’s next.



Against the wall my back,
Is pressed.
Against the wall I scream,
From my chest.
Against the wall I gasp,
For a fresh breath,
Then light up a cigarette,
Let’s move on to what’s next.



These days work me out, stretch me out. I scream; I shout for someone to let me out, of this prism. Reflecting shades of myself, never seen before by the human eye. Puzzling pieces, searching for a thesis as too why, I’m kinda fucked up. My lungs; expand. Intaking these harmful chemicals for a quick buzz, a dull light to guide me through this unforgiving year, consumed by pitch black. My line of sight is obstructed by obstacles, stacking their way in my, already narrowed path. Blessings pushed aside for just a moment, as I ignite the flame to burn my dwindling wick from both ends. Another cigarette please, I still have 5 minutes left, before society expects me to sell my remaining hours for this day. One more drag, as my black & cancerous breath, expels a brand new fresh start, silver lined with a brand new kind of attitude. I am now one step closer to death, but one step closer to also understanding that time is ticking either way. All of our clocks will eventually run out of time. I’m just trying to find counterproductive ways to waste mine.

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