Inhale
The lungs began to burn
The blood becomes infected
The heart rate quickens
No longer is your body protected
Thoughts become hosts
Giving way to lethal actions
Under the influence of another
Past thoughts began flashing
Unable to control your own body functions
Your movements become erratic
Internal fear is felt
Death is almost automatic
With a need for more
To satisfy the fiend
A gun with extra clips
Thoughts of attaining C.R.E.A.M.
A victim has been spotted
No plan formulated only action made
With an uneasy trigger finger
Someone has just been erased
The mind no longer intact
The brain has already flipped
Lives could have been spared
If it had not been for putting the pipe to the lips
Exhale.