Why I smoke
The steps feel cold through my clothing
The night sky is so beautiful but only because we only see the stars
This world is bullshit but I'm in love
Capturing the moment with that camera I bought a while back
The cigarette burns my lips as I watch the glowing tip slowly fade but brighten with every hit
Because if I don't come back for another one
It'll die
And I think that's beautiful
A cheap, inanimate object
And it needs me to survive
I think that's why I smoke
Because I don't care about the fact that each one kills me a little more
All I care about is the serenity of that glow as it illuminates in the dark showing me its true beauty
But the more it shows
The faster it fades
Because our desires often kill us
And this time it's me bringing you to life
As I slowly watch you die
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