Plastic flowers On a cold level splay. Cigarettes lay sizzling In your Tarred ash tray. 46 and always sick. My hopes They were all gone. Vacuum lips and every bit of smoke Is withdrawn. Get up Get up A rush of fire burns. I'm in its light. Choked up or chained down. Oh I burned with it. And I burned with you. Every time you coughed I feared the very worst. Thinking you ate smoke To cure your belly's thirst. Like loose change in a coffee can Your throat it would burst. And I wanted better for you. Strangled your days were cursed. Charred lungs and breath that smoldered. I just couldn't see it Til I got older. You spoke through crackles And you walked as if you were shackled. And I just watched. I did nothing. FUCK