meh, drunk piece.


behind every breath of smoke
an ends draws near,
we are at cause
we are defect;
let's fill each collapsed lung
with cement and adhere
ourselves to every word
our forebears said,
we'll drown ourselves
with each dysphoric effect;
with every cigarette drawn
upon our diseased maws,
we'll disregard time
and pause every depressed thought;
we are at cause,
we are defect.
This is pretty good. If you hadn't said you were drunk I would've thought you wrote this sober.