I smoke because smoking kills.
-I fancy controlling when I die-
So consider me informed.

(And when you put destroyed lungs
On the packets, it makes me smile.
I’ve seen lungs of healthy people. All black.
One way or another.
Smoking kills and so does everything else.
One more side effect of dying)

And I’d rather know I hold death in my hand
Glowing like the last ember of my days
Glowing red, and consuming me.
I’d rather feel it, this life
Scratching my lungs and clawing my throat
Burning me, making me cough
Knowing I’m responsible
And that for a second, if I die, I know why
I smile, I smile! At the tar coating my lungs
Deliciously, deliriously, I laugh
I laugh at the little death in my hand.