Disrupted Ventilation

suicide in it's dilatory form. Inhale...
the cancerous psychological effects that
rot your insides out. Exhale life and
distort your ventilation. Everything turns
hazy and unclear. With the menthol kiss on
your lips and your never ending love affair
turned obsession with the nicotine crave.
The habit turns into clockwork. And you can't
count the minutes to your next hit or how
long will it take to get a quick fix. I'm not
addicted...just trapped. Everything is so un-
fulfilling...so you keep going back for more
and more...until there is no more left. Your
health depreciates. Once is too many and a
thousand is never enough.

Almost everyone finds theirselves lost in

some sort of addiction. And overtime you learn

that too much of something isn't always good for you.

I wrote this because somebody I know is

addicted to cigarettes. I see her struggle everyday

and it hurts me because I have no power

in the situation...

I wish I could do something.

And no I'm not that much of a hypocrite.

I don't smoke...I'm quite against

the smoker fad. If I find breath harder

to grasp when I'm exposed to second hand smoking,

just imagine it first hand...

I'd rather pass on that one.