Pick your poison

Light it, sip, crush it down Smoke your lungs into broken glass, drink your past until you crash, shoot your dreams into dead veins, buy your ticket to slow-bled pain. Pick it fast or pick it slow, it only asks for all you know. The ash will stain, the bottle breaks, the high will hollow what it takes. A laugh, a love, a part of soul— pick your poison, lose control. One drag, one sip, one shot, one lie — pick it right and you still die. -B...?