It was waiting for me at the door, Breathing Gloris Corpse white body, shines like mist Eye as red as sin It grasped me, crushing, by the wrist And pulled me struggling in.
Reason for writing:
"Smoking" is, of course, about addiction. I think sometimes there actually -is- a little demon or something inside my head chanting "Smoke, smoke!" and laughing manaically. Enjoy.
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