tar-jammed choking lungs
yellow swollen bubbles inside the throat
all that controversy
people don't practise what they preach
sayin it's unhealthy and it kills
but i see them polluting with nicotine
all over
i often wonder, if there's a better way
of addiction and indulgence
when the pain sets in the heart
and tear ducts no longer function
i look to a stranger companion
a wide selection of methol and lights
green is my fave choice
as much as i dread
the invisible stain on clothes
the foul stinging breath
but it takes away
drifts away some despondency
like a tranquilizer
bloody dangerous sedative
that could get one
cuffed to its mortiferous, foreordained
sense of slow extirpation
but if the mind is vigilant
you could steal more time
save some grace from this predeposition
with every breath out
i still look on the revolving world
with much disheartenment
bete noir lurks around
clings to my neck
unresting shadow of hell
will there ever be a day
i can really say im happy
in an uncomplicated manner
and i light another one.