Eventually to burn a hole in my chest.
I see the grey fumes
Curling around you,
Smoke rings and what else?
I don't know. Never tried.
Never got curious enough.
Scared? Yes. Completely,
Enough to know I won't. Why?
Because I see marks of death.
A grey death seducing you,
That drug isn't a drug. How?
It's not the thing it seems to be.
How are you? High on a smoky cloud.
Somewhere I can't see,
Somewhere I can't reach,
And everyday I wish that
You won't go any further from me.
But I feel you drifting
High, floating, somewhere far.
Far from me.
So very far from me.
