A Breath of Fresh Death
       

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Sitting by my grandma.
I watch as she smokes.
Smokes her own life away.
Day by day.

A Breath of Fresh Death

Sitting by my grandma

Sitting by my grandma I can't help but smile

Sitting by my grandma I can't help but smile She loves and adores me

Sitting by my grandma I can't help but smile She loves and adores me I'm her precious grandchild

I can't help but feel concerned

I can't help but feel concerned The fear building like blocks

I can't help but feel concerned The fear building like blocks When she gives me a smile

I can't help but feel concerned The fear building like blocks When she gives me a smile And takes out her cigarette box

"Is something wrong?"

"Is something wrong?" She asks when she notices my sudden frown

"Is something wrong?" She asks when she notices my sudden frown I can't help but stare at that disgusting thing in her hand

The thing that causes people to drown

I answer her in my head

I answer her in my head Why are you smoking?

I answer her in my head Why are you smoking? Why did you get addicted?

Do you think I LIKE TO SEE YOU COUGHING AND CHOKING?

You smoke like there's no tomorrow

You smoke like there's no tomorrow Two packets in one day

You smoke like there's no tomorrow Two packets in one day The way you need it desperately

You smoke like there's no tomorrow Two packets in one day The way you need it desperately And when you don't smoke you sway

The nicotine is scratching your insides

Blackening your lungs

Instead of breathing fresh air

You breathe air encased with tiny guns

That shoot your lungs

That shoot your lungs Killing them slowly with no controls

That shoot your lungs Killing them slowly with no controls Why do you do this to yourself

That shoot your lungs Killing them slowly with no controls Why do you do this to yourself Abusing and stabbing your lungs filling with holes

I begged and begged you to stop

I begged and begged you to stop And as I kid, I'd hide those boxes

I begged and begged you to stop And as I kid, I'd hide those boxes You'd just smile softly

And take another one out of your pocket

I see as the smoke wraps around you

I see as the smoke wraps around you Circling around and around your throat

It looks like it's waiting to hang you

It looks like it's waiting to hang you And I stare on miserably waiting for an antidote

I see the horrors

I see the horrors And I see the extremes

I see the horrors And I see the extremes Lung cancer and death

I see the horrors And I see the extremes Lung cancer and death I see you now intoxicated as you take a breath

If you get oral cancer

If you get oral cancer Would you stab a hole through your neck?

If you get oral cancer Would you stab a hole through your neck? Just to get your fill of nicotine

If you get oral cancer Would you stab a hole through your neck? Just to get your fill of nicotine And smoke so badly your body you wreck

And I'd watch as the fire on the end of the smoke

And I'd watch as the fire on the end of the smoke Would move to light your body too

And I'd watch as the fire on the end of the smoke Would move to light your body too The fire would burn you and watch

And I'd watch as the fire on the end of the smoke Would move to light your body too The fire would burn you and watch As you pleaded during your last days through

It'd move slowly and slowly

Until there was nothing left

And my grandma would be left a corpse

All because she wanted a breath of fresh death

"Is something wrong my dear child?"

"Is something wrong my dear child?" She asks again

"Is something wrong my dear child?" She asks again I'm shoved away from my vision

"Is something wrong my dear child?" She asks again I'm shoved away from my vision Looking up, the present registering in my brain then

Instead of answering her

Instead of answering her With the words screaming in my head

Instead of answering her With the words screaming in my head I know it's futile

Instead of answering her With the words screaming in my head I know it's futile So I give her a sad smile instead

"Nothing's wrong grandma."

"Nothing's wrong grandma." I answer

My insides writhing and heaving

My insides writhing and heaving As I watch the smoke choke her like some intricate dancer

She grins back and my heart drops

She grins back and my heart drops Please give her years and years to live

Soon smoking this much would destroy her completely, leaving nothing left

All because she wanted a breath of fresh death

𝓐 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝓫𝔂: 𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼

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