Death sticks

I pull the stick towards my mouth

Its lighted end keeps the smoke

Billowing down my throat

Let it rest in my lungs

Let it fester there till my insides crack and turn black

I’ll blow rings and look cool

Spend 3.50 to supplant my needs

And spread it out to others,

If I must catch death so shall you

Die slow with me

In our cloud of ash

And endless sticks of death

Come with me

Our lungs burnt

Fingers entwined

Shall we dance with our chemical in laced leaves?

Keep our habits and feelings of hate at bay

Death and you and I

Shall disappear

Is this haze.