I am flame that is burning out.
I am a match that you struck that you refuse to put out.
I am kindling wood dancing like the ghosts of my past in a paper house.
I am
burning
burning
burning
Inhaling the smoke but no way to breathe.
Toxic
Toxic
Toxic
I am to my mind, that there is no quell for.
I left you behind but you always seem to make yourself known within the packs of my empty cigarette cartons.