Smoke

Smoke,

Divine creation.

Soft and hard,

Sensation of delight

Pure pleasure...

Inhale,

Blow,

Breathe.

White mist

Clouding my insight,

Blinding my mind,

Hit after hit.

Happiness...

I don't think

I've ever been happy...

The smoke

brings such happiness.

Perfect

state of mind...

My lungs,

Filling up,

Coughing,

Dreaming.

Togetherness,

Yet with difts...

The mist

doesn't cure everything...

Not even now,

Is my mind still.

Not even now,

In this fake happiness,

Am I at peace.

Terrible burden of guilt.

Horror of the tormented mind.

Madness,

brought by the mist.

Everything screams.

Confusion,

Trauma,

Sweat...

Sadness of love

And of Friendship.

Tiresome drift of emotion.

Intensified life.

Pure madness,

Pure suffering.