I kiss a cigarettes *** more than my boss's

But hey, its a habit for me.

Let me take a breather,
Release a bit of stress,
                           ....later
                          .....only later I regret.
"**** I have to quit" I whisper to cigarette,
As I inhale what's left of it.

I take a match
Light a match
   Scratch a itch
    Smoke it fast
      In and hale
        Ex and hale
          Anxious
Yes
I'm going to hell.
I sin inside a body of nice.
There's more worth in a box of mice,
MORE THAN ME frankly, because I can't have the bravery to stop myself from killing myself indefinitely.

Hell...nicotine addiction is practically slitting the wrists  of your lungs.