Ash

You draw it to your lips
You inhale
Your cheeks blow out
The pain holds you
A wise God telling you to deter from your path
Your face pale
But yet
Another breath in

You smile
You put on that mask
Hiding the discomfort
Stretching that Parson Beige skin
You won’t get enough
Of lighting up another one
These things that you’re addicted to
Stubs of death
Rolls of mortality:

You’re enjoying it now
Your breaths growing longer
Your exhalations sounding more relieving
Closing your eyes
Cherishing the flow of the placid smoke through your system
Is this your deepest whim?
What is beauty to you now?
‘Twill prove it can commit the greatest sin

The tranquil dullness of the yard
Where all the gravestones go
Where all the souls hath departed
And you
Where your true balance has started
Though your humble body floats in this
It didn’t have to be in this way that you deemed go fit
Your time has ended too early
Your ashen lungs admit
It killed you
And for you
I’m sick