The end of my cigarette seeping down like an inferno

Burning slowing

Blurry

Filling my lungs with toxic self nourishment

Trailing smoke in my lovers face

Why is it so ******* pleasing to ruin ourselves?

Why does it hurt so good?

Maybe i'll find out once its all over

Once I am locked inside my wooden cage, and topped with wet earth

I'll patiently wait until then

I'll finally fully understand how much time I had wasted running full speed to my final destination

Death

Who really loved me?

Who truly didn't?

The inferno of this cigarette is finally half gone

Even more time wasted burying myself

The other half of me is my brain

Pickled in alcohol

Riddled with regret

Past, present, and future

A woman in love with her sins and passion

A victim of her own ideas and indiscretions

Infatuated with torturing her very soul

A beautiful mind, riddled with fear

My body is slowly turning into ash

Burning, and red hot

Disgust wrapped in pretty paper

To be burned, and thrown in a gutter