Those Things

Look down into clear glass.
Drink it all before ice cubes Melt
And dull your illusions.
Before reality sets in,
Before you set in.

Suck down tobacco,
Like air into your lungs.
Close your weary eyes
They have seen to much
And pretend its better.
Pretend you're better.

They said,
"Those things will kill you".
And the only words I could push Through my drug addled,
Alcoholic,
Cacophony,
Of a mind were
"That's the point".
And they fell silent.
They always do.