| Pomegranate Words |
Smoke Fumes by Gianni Howard-Hole, 14, Bournemouth, England I am just a cigarette, Drowned out by the silhouettes of all the smoke fumes in the air. All my life I'm in despair. Now I see you smoking me, filling me with ecstasy, Having fun, but soon you'll see, Unaware you're dying from me. Inject the liquid in your arm, It feels so right it can't do harm. But here you are lying near the door, Curled up dead on the bathroom floor, Dead because I flow through you. One day you will see the truth: The answer does not lie in me, The answer is not ecstasy. |