I strike the match
The match strikes the cherry
And I inhale the smoke into these
Diseased lungs
My entire body relaxes
The cancer creeping in calms my mind
And sates my troubles soul

When I exhale
The blue, curling smoke drifts
Up in the sky
Towards a lonely moon
A little bit of life swept away with it
Perhaps to keep the moon company
Or to quicker bring my wretched life
To and end

Why do I destroy myself?
Does it matter? We all die in the end
Maybe the destruction makes it easier
And it still ends the same
Death
For life is a cancer
Perhaps the destruction keeps me breathing