UP IN SMOKE
They say life is precious, yet I still blow my years away each time that I smoke;
The dark tar slowly trickles down through my body, causing me to choke.
My lungs are screaming out “PLEASE, JUST GIVE US A CHANCE TO BREATHE”;
My heart struggles to beat through the smoke, so it’s packing its arteries up to leave.
Hands shaking as my nicotine demons scream, keeping me awake;
All the ex-smokers in the world echo out, “giving up was a piece of cake”.
It’s just so easy to fall into its trap, most people only drown in smoke when they are pissed;
But when I am standing at heaven’s gate, I will wish I could reverse time, reliving all the years I would have missed.
We all have our own cruel addictions in life, everybody has their own little habit or vice;
But I bet if we could turn the clock back to where it all begun, over half of us would stop and think twice.
Death isn’t the sort of character you would ever want to intentionally provoke;
We all need to remember that each time we spark up, we are just watching our destiny go up in smoke.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011