One Last Smoke - The 11Th Hour

Every breath I breath is filled with pain-

-The Devil’s gain

Caught in anageing dying shell

I am confined in this rattling coughing cadaver

Waiting for an end to leave this — breating Hell

Close your eyes and weep

Tar you sowed, death you reap

All this wealth, useless in your missery

You know the grane only takes one currency

Diagnosis clear, it’s terminal, the end of all

My lungs destroyed beyond repair

I should be crying but what good are tears-

-Against these fears

This burden is for me and me alone to bear

What forgiveness can I possibly receive

They’ve been gone so long I’ve forgotten-

— How to grieve

No one left to soothe my guilt riedden bones

I’ll have to walk this final road… Alone

One last smoke

One final cigarette