Sweet temptation, at times so close to my heart andsoul that I can barely resist the sweet whispers of promised painless peace. Oh stay away , oh please come closer let me hear those promises again. Warnings who needs them, brave and strong I am... what danger can a mere whisper be.
But still the thought lingers slowly enfolds to drive its roots into me heart's tender flesh. Longingly my eyes wander to the beautiful little white hope that will grant me freedom for a hour, drive the raging storms of anger from my mind as clouded with pain it sends me raging at the misfortune of a weak mind that drove others to suck their cancer sticks for far less reason.
Sweet temptation whispering to me, take just one, come on it will calm the storm and wrap the ache in soft thick blankets, pain will leave and your mind will be free to write that is what you wish to do... just swallow hope once more, what harm lies in one for a strong mind. Strocking my soul lovingly temptation moved in with me, it seems I saw her unpack just yesterday.... yesterday.... yesterday
Releave such a beautiful word, anger roars in the backyard sometimes I think the lid barely holds him. As grey mists choke me in the night and send my body dancing to the tune that fumes dictate my nervs and make temptation be my guest. Another whisper taunts me that the weak mind of another recklessly sends me into hell by sucking on their on their cancer sticks... oh rages the anger how I hate those mindless weaklings who fell pray to the stupidity of useless temptation, that does nothing but steal the money from their pockets baring the smile of painful death years from now...
years from now the whispers laugh, why years not now... not now... make it now and take them to their chosen destiny on shorter path... give them the benefits their insolent weak minds demand and set their nerves on flames and let Nicotine their godess reap and rape them to her icy heart's content and shun them away in some dark corner where their wicked godess dwells.
Sweet temptation, at times so close to my heart and soul that I can barely resist the sweet whispers of promised painless peace. Only one, only one... only one... or maybe one won't be enough so better two, two will last longer but not as long as three will do...a night of painless sleep sounds wonderful come on take them, take them and sleep, sleep, deep, no awful waking from nerves that try to wreck your spine, run fiery lines across your parts that sends them into cramping heaves... give in ... oh please...please take the white curse and let them have a go...