Reminiscence

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.

Those Things