its a fog its a mist
its twirl twirl, go ahead take a rip
take it in let me share this foggy dream
and go ahead and fill you in
as you breathe it in
its a mist of mystery
a cut filled misery
but we dont enjoy mysteries
so this pure hearted demon
as it melts into the glass
is mocking my grin
as i close my eyes and breathe it in
letting this misty mystery engulf me
and as I release this demon
slow and graceful letting the smoke
take control as a cloud big enough to choke
even the most iron lung companion
across the table reaching with one hand
torch ready to burn this demon until
it remains as burnt stain in the glass
only to be removed by the same heat
that lifted its presence into me and them
this little white demon owning just a tiny part
of all of us whether it be by addiction
passion or some strange choice