Dead Butts

Cigarette butts, drowning in black water, as it soaks in poison. Poison, that kills you. Black, smoked tar slides down your slimy throat, and dances on your lung, killing you slowly.  Killing you, and everyone that you love in the pain of how could you do this to yourself, how you could harm yourself like this. Suicide. Just like jumping off a building, or choking yourself with pills, but more painful and slowly. Suicide. You could have stopped it, but now it’s too late. Your dead. Dead with poison. Dead as a stick. Dead as dead. Dead. Dead with the same poison that killed hundreds of thousands more people, with their deadly smoke, committing suicide, over the centuries, over the world. You could have stopped this. You could have stopped this deadly poison from entering your body, down your throat. You could have stopped killing yourself. But now you’re gone, and now it’s too late to stop.