Prozac

Cigarette touching these cracked lips.
Stained teeth, check.
Yellow fingers, check.
Heavy lungs, check.
Losing sleep, check.
Mind lost, check.

The vile articulation.
Am I a liar?
Heart strung so high, dried like a red date. Sweet yet it coagulates.
And I think I am an ugly gap that will find no safe house.
But it's okay, the humanity is all a fiction anyway.