Run Over, Drug Down

I smoked a ciggarette,

Lit up the night alone.

Smoke filled the air,

Another rolling stone.

I breathed in deep,

As the weight fell strong.

No time to weep,

As I died alone.

I thought of the smiles,

The tears and the crimes.

The light faded slowly,

And thought of these rhymes.

Death was well suited,

I accepted it well.

I let it flow over,

And knew it was Hell.

I accepted it fully,

Knowing you had come too.

I took you down with me,

A final screw you.


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