THE SMOKE

gave up, to free my soul

but it lurks inside, liks its lone goal

may be im addicted ,to its trance

the smoke mimics ,but a deadly dance

my hazy mind ,chained inside

my moods swings ,lik the oceans tide

freedom from good ,give in to devils hold

did i wish for evil?,i wud shape in satans mould

this is not wat i want ,even in lifes drill

god gives paradise ,so i submit to his godly will

life is a trial, i scored high

no more complains, no more sigh

it hurts to stop covettin the material

but truth comprehends wat i touch is meta-real