Every step born to burn. My path to inhale, and fill my lungs. Much like my first breath when I, myself was born- with 100 miles on my mind. Now the glamor has withered And my skin grows thinner. Every chance I can get to take another step, On the 100 mile march- To blackened lungs. Finding small comfort in the masocistic vision, of myself suffering from the length of my journey. Beginning again, Until death comes upon me. I will never stop burning My last cigarette.
i think you should cut the last line off of it, and just leave it "i will never stop burning". i like that line. altho i am a nonsmoker myself. but maybe i'm missing the point entirely.
Reference Denis Leary's No Cure For Cancer. Though I must admit, I find the smoking of Tobacco a deplorably inane concept. All that destruction for so little a buzz. Could never get into it myself. Much Love
