A new day, another pipe in my hands. 

Smoke flowing out as my body shakes.

My vision starts to blur as the drug kicks in.

My hands tighten around the pipe, barely holding on to life.

The fire grows from the shaking lighter in my hands.

Today the pipe was much hotter, glowing a bright red.

More smoke leaves my lips as the fire grows stronger and stronger.

Life starts to disappear as thoughts fill my mind.

As time ticks by, my vision blurs more.

My fingers danced down towards the opening, fire burning the tips.

My teeth chattered loudly as the trembling got worse.

I stumbled upon another pipe through thick curtains of a blur, grabbing it.

Clicking of a lighter started up, fire flowing out.

The smell of skunk filled my nostrils as the drug started to burn inside.

Time ticks and slows down, and my vision is now too blurred for me to see.

What was I doing? What was my mind and body making me do?

I could not see anymore, my trembling hands reached out for help.

Quitting was hard to do, too hard as the addiction was too much.

Knowing what needed to be done, I blindly set the pipe down in the trash beside me.