He took a bong rip from my heart
Used the ventrical valve for a carb
With blood to steam
Inhaled to dreams
That would eventually tear him apart
The high wore off and he sighed
And rolled me onto my side
With one last rip
He had the trip
And ravaged my insides
Now my ghost is in his lungs
And my taste is on his tongue
I’ll become a necromancer
A bitch of a cancer
We’ll both die while we’re young
Each memory breath will be hell
Every lie harder to tell
And the wind that took me
Drained me and shook me
Will be the last thing he expels
Nora Noir 
