• I watch from afar
    Wondering to myself
    When are those things going to make you kill yourself

    You bring it to your lips
    Quickly filling your lungs
    You breathe out sending those terrible fumes toward me

    I shake my head
    Frowning in disbelief
    You were so good, what made you pick up those things

    A few years later
    I stand a few feet away
    Watching those burly men move you to your grave

    Those things to tried a few years back
    Caused all of this trauma
    For now you are dead

    So I walk away slowly sighing in relief
    No longer will you breathe
    Those terrible fumes that were against you and me