Nicorette, Hershey's & Codeine

I smoked my anxiety out of existence, repeat the cycle everyday I hold the bottle with a prayer and a sigh. Never thought to ask or wonder why ... I've escaped the fire but the smoke is cancerous. The larvae and film is slick with persistence and artificial insemination. I've developed a sort of Intelligence, I've escaped or betrayed what isn't relavent. Beyond scabs, hello despair and early morning blues. Like the sky or your mesmerizing eyes.