First they were useful
seemed like the needs
felt like best friends
smoke, drinks, those smells-
seemed so awesome;
like the uncontrollable ****** desire
in the dark wild night-
as if nothing in the world does matter
first these were life saving
then became life;
now they are stronger
than the self
more potent than my extreme power
a strong toxin;
poison already injected
life is faint
life is scared
every effort breaks
like pieces of glass;
a scream for help
seems like an invalid's frail body
life is confused and desperate
and there is a void of nothingness-
only those smells remain.
at first it was fun, an adventure
now it's a tragedy, a lost battle
a kiss of death.