Slowicyde

The serpentine mist slowly creeping
Struggling to breathe instead of sleeping
Every day's pledge ends up defeated
Heavy the heart with lungs depleted

Choices clouded by clouds of future death
Sucking seductive fumes 'til nothing's left
Wheezing weakness for our loved one's bereft
Walk through this smoke but it's still a net

Slowly but surely we grow weak & poorly
Playing with fire with an empty desirе
Weathered fingеrs where slow horror lingers
Smoking & choking, the lost super kings
Broken this throat sings, "self damage we bring."

Dried leaves of what once belonged to life
Once lived on water & air, now poison is rife
When all that's left is wrong as a right
Living to death is a strange kind of life