The finest decisions we make reside in the deepest depths of our judgements. Minutes pass by and yet, we still succumb to such treasuries. To intake in the intoxication of life's pleasures. When I inhaled, I made an apprehension to absorb the cancerous air.
Setting still of the smoke called death in the pit of my lungs. The silent smoke that inspires my life to shorten. For that moment, the time of day was presented to my shortened life, because I was being selfish. The death that I long for, is now coursing through my veins. An addiction for a possession that is unnecessary. Nicotine.
At times of pleasure, it was I that decided to drink the intoxication of an ideal "fun". Seconds pass and the sheer glass rests on my lips. My mouth widened slowly. Then, the process begins. The process of me indulging in my favorite of all poisons. It is the liquor that aggravated my convictions and made the decisions that I make, quite contrary to I believe is occurring. Who I was before, is no longer. The eyes that I bare are deceived with such aspersions. My limbs grow numb. My body fails to react. My eyes seize, my consciousness is in slumber.
An obsession for idealistic beauty. Vanity is a curse that resides in what we assume is precise. Beauty is among the worst of curses and poisons. I demand sublimity. I feast on repugnant. My body is of no divine proportions. I oblige the distortion of my temple. This unsightly shell furnished with my flesh, blood, bone and muscle. My pleas for such arrogance meant the cutting of my precious skin. The removal of disfigurement. To ban what is smothered in remorseful, insignificant, negative thoughts. A new appeal.
The one intoxication we all covet and sacrifice our painstaking lives of worthlessness for, and emotion called love. This poison commences in our amaurotic eyes, the window of all our endeavors, desires, and abilities depreciate. We assume that love is what is best, but it deceives your judgments. Creates an illusion of what is never and what can't be. We intrigue ourselves to believe that we need it. After all these are but lies that even an individual of such inadequacies, should not yield.
I am victimized to such poisons and intoxications. I have come to lodge myself with what is dealt to me.
The question now is... can you?
Setting still of the smoke called death in the pit of my lungs. The silent smoke that inspires my life to shorten. For that moment, the time of day was presented to my shortened life, because I was being selfish. The death that I long for, is now coursing through my veins. An addiction for a possession that is unnecessary. Nicotine.
At times of pleasure, it was I that decided to drink the intoxication of an ideal "fun". Seconds pass and the sheer glass rests on my lips. My mouth widened slowly. Then, the process begins. The process of me indulging in my favorite of all poisons. It is the liquor that aggravated my convictions and made the decisions that I make, quite contrary to I believe is occurring. Who I was before, is no longer. The eyes that I bare are deceived with such aspersions. My limbs grow numb. My body fails to react. My eyes seize, my consciousness is in slumber.
An obsession for idealistic beauty. Vanity is a curse that resides in what we assume is precise. Beauty is among the worst of curses and poisons. I demand sublimity. I feast on repugnant. My body is of no divine proportions. I oblige the distortion of my temple. This unsightly shell furnished with my flesh, blood, bone and muscle. My pleas for such arrogance meant the cutting of my precious skin. The removal of disfigurement. To ban what is smothered in remorseful, insignificant, negative thoughts. A new appeal.
The one intoxication we all covet and sacrifice our painstaking lives of worthlessness for, and emotion called love. This poison commences in our amaurotic eyes, the window of all our endeavors, desires, and abilities depreciate. We assume that love is what is best, but it deceives your judgments. Creates an illusion of what is never and what can't be. We intrigue ourselves to believe that we need it. After all these are but lies that even an individual of such inadequacies, should not yield.
I am victimized to such poisons and intoxications. I have come to lodge myself with what is dealt to me.
The question now is... can you?
