It's taking that puff of smoke
Into your black charred lungs
That glass overflowing with alcohol
Making its way to your failed liver
Staring at the Sun with your naked eyes
On the day of an eclipse
Crossing blindfolded
The highway connecting the busiest cities
The days you realise the life in you is slowly dying
Yet you crave to live one more second of it
To experience this exquisite pain
Which kills you, making you aware you are still alive.
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