Analysis of Kill The Smoke. Stamp The Cigarette. Quit Smoking Forever.
Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,
Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your disastrously haggard flesh,
Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips,
Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,
Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,
Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn't even fit to care for an adopted child,
Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,
Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil; wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner,
Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,
Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life,
Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very own venom laden mouth,
Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night,
Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all over; as you walked,
Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time,
Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the entire wealth of the world,
Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores,
Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them,
Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow,
Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of self-destruction,
Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family- consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,
Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that tawdrily contaminated air,
Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,
Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion; disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,
Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.
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Metre | 0111110011111111001110010 011110101011001100101011010101110100101 0110101110110101011011010011111001001011101111 0110100010101010111001011100111011111011011 0111101001011010111100111111001111011111 0111100010001000111110011100111010111110101 011010101001110101110011011111011010010011010001 0110110101001110101011101110100101011101111101010 011010111101010111101011101011001010101011 011100011101101011110101111100111010101101001111 0111101010110010010100101001000111110110101 01111010111011110100101111111111101001011110100010001 01110011111111001010111111001101100110110111001110111 011110011110010011010101101101101011010111001010101 011110010111000111110110101101110100011011101010101001000101101 011101101110100110011010111110001101010110111111101 0111101011110101010111010010101011010011110101 0111010111001010100101101001011011101111001 01110011001011100100101010101110111100111101110011010 0111111001111010001011011101111001010110101 01111010101101111101110111010101001100011011111111101001 01111001111101111100011010100111011101 01110011010101101001101001111001001111101110111 1111011001110010 |
Characters | 4,481 |
Words | 721 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 154 |
Words per line (avg) | 30 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 154 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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