My HabbitTake my heart and soul. I don't need them anymore. I have wasted my life into nothing but one single ash falling from the tip of my cigarette. Never pleased and restless, I inhale more of the smoke. Writing to you with one hand, and a lonely bit of menthol in the other. The only comfort I find is inside the one thing that will eventually lead to my demise. Though my small portion of self-pity is useless, I carry on in my wasteful drudge hoping to find some reason to exist.Another pack is balled up and thrown into the trash as I hastily open up my second one of the day. Sitting at my desk, as usual, scruffily breathing and writing my life aw
Sinful BehaviorStarting out as pureInnocence and forming into aNeverending spiral downward.Failing you, ruining you,Until you are bitter, swollen withLustful thoughts and tendencies.Broken down inEvery way andHaving no proper excuse forActing the way you do:Verbally abusive, andImmature to the pointOf your imminent destruction.Raping you of all your morality.
hehe, thank you >u<
Here, I thought you might like a link to what I made with it: [link]