I'm like the tip of your cigarette,
red hot.
I'm your addiction
you cant get enough.
You have a bad habit
of smoking
to the filter.
Giving the cherry
no room to breathe.
You want more
so you use the dying ember
to light me up in any way.
I'm being used
over and over,
until your whole pack is gone.
And you're left with hot filter.
You try for one last drag
on your cancer encrusted lips
that you loved me with so much.
And in the end, I burn you
and **** you.