Substitute

Substitute

But if I die, my beloved,
I would relish the taste of a cigarette,
It would only then be a downfall,
As near as I could transpire,
To the taste of thee,
But a substitute too close,
Slumber shall finally arrive,
Sweet scent and lids closed;

This vindictiveness always shatters,
Only betimes,
But paces itself in,
Moments of torment,
Bone disintegrating into the crust of land,
The taste of that nicotine stick,
Reminding,
Desire unfulfilled;

But if I die, my beloved,
I would relish the taste of a cigarette,
It would only then be liberation,
From as far as thou are,
This mouth craves thee,
Unearths a substitute too close,
Slumber shall finally arrive,
Just lids closed;

But my love, if our departure is destined,
Parallel,
And the slumber then cometh,
I would vend all the drugs,
Just for the aftertaste of thee,
Sweet scent and lids closed,
No zany substitute,
It would then be a demise worth living,
This tortuous life…

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