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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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