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.
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