That intoxicating, suffocating, chemical spitting, death pursuing, white stick.

Pressing death on my forever gasping lungs.

Inhale:Addict,
            Inhale:Addict,
                   Inhale:Addict,
                              Inhale:Addicted.

This stair step downward towards hell in my lungs.
Please,
oh god please let me exit when I realize this mistake,
let me crawl up these steps with my everlasting,
hesitated,
chemical tainted breath.

With every breath I take,
a ghostly hand conjuring from the wisps of fading smoke,
choking my lungs.

My body no longer paradise but an ash tray,
each ash, a day stripped away by my own consistency to smoke,
this **** POOR EXCUSE OF A  COMFORT.
A JUVENILE DECISION THAT WILL CAUSE NIGHTMARES FOR ME,
A ******* DECAYING WALKING GRAVE!

I'm getting out of {second}hand...
I need to calm down...
I need...
A cigarette...