Through The Smoke

I never knew dying could feel so good.
As smoke replaced the soul,
I felt as though I was alive again.
Obsessive, compulsive this new sickness is...                
If I knew I could care, I don't think I would.

I took another hit, then another devil appeared.
Disguised in angel skin and whispering more insanity into my head.
She sat next to me and my heart became ashes.
We each died as the smoke consumed our minds,  
but we both knew it didn't matter anyway.

As I lay that night,
full of smoke and intoxicated by another angel's words,
I found the truth about life through a pipe and in the devil's eyes.
Now that its over, I rot again in reality again,  
But I would give anything to see her, and die inside the smoke once more.