A time to celebrate the closing of another day, completed,
The rods are grey and sometimes pink,
They crawl across the screen like lightning bugs,
Ready to explode on your pillowcases,
An ignition as cold as ice,
A battle of the brains, so to speak,
Hugging your shoulders in a twisted facade,
Curling the iron a little bit more,
The pleasure of soaking your sheets in the process,
A magical hour full of wanton disregard,
For exciting dreams to cum,
A release of dopamine as well as adrenalin,
Caressing every nerve in your body,
Let the fun begin,
Goodbye the problems of the day.
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They say nicotine has a lasting pain supplement in it. Welcome to the world of addiction. Analgesic city, here we go. Codeine is a different item altogether. It is supposed to last, although, the pain part, until you are done with the cigarette. I have spent most of my adult life with the crutch of tobacco. It has a soothing anxiety element with it. It has treated me very well through my journeys in life. Always suffocating the void that I have created for myself. Never sensing to amaze me. Until the last cigarette puff is drawn through my lungs.
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Thank you guys for the wonderful comments.
I really like the way you ended this. "goodbye the problems of the day." Nice job!