Smoking

The entrails of a thousand dying friends
Still whisper terminal farewells freely
And in the night there stands a solid youth
Despite the cries of Venus for her love,
Adonis still will die when he has damn well chosen
But let the ones that measure out their lives
With trips that they have taken to their heads
And let those ones die when they wish, sore hearts,
And blackened lungs, enriched their lives and souls
And put their value into those few years in which they live the least

But still, lament the feelings and the grace
With which a person falls inside himself
And tries to see the problem in a noble way

Topic: Smoking
Date: July 22