it rises out of the red, burning
white as a ghost silent creeping
the red will cool but it burns so great
it hurts to realize the heat of life

it dies but is it affraid to die
will it ever be affraid to parish
does it know its parylis future to burn to nothing then death
does it think
its dead as soon as its born
will it ever realize its fate
will it ever know its just for us to kill to destroy to set aflame
Well i bet you wont look at a ciggerette the same

By ofwicca

Just another bipoler depresant looking for a way out