I’m fatal, to your life,
And though you know,
you don’t resist me.
You ****** me puff by puff
until I was reduced to
well, not nothing.
You didn’t stop with me,
And went on and on,
a new one every day,
new soul every day.
You think I ceased to exist
and no trace of me remained,
but wrong you are and
that you should know,
I am and will remain to be
inside, where you took me.
Turn is mine but you don’t realize
as I ruin you cell by cell,
like you did to me, few months ago
until that time arrives,
when you will be reduced to
well, not nothing
and death finds your way.
Then you may join my other half
with no one to avenge your fate.
Regards, that cigarette of 7th October.