The Cigarette

The poison that dictates my need
Has you in its grips

You consume me
With an increasing urgency
So the vicious cycle continues

I ignite dark desires
Fuel sleepy delusions
You ravage me every time
But I leave you empty
Yet entwined
Like death's bear hug

You ingenue!
Most times the victims
Mean nothing to the killer
You could be the father
Or the lover
Or the bystander on the street corner
In the end all you are
Is just a statistic
On a tall pile of red tape
That will soon crumble to dust.

I wish you could have me
Along with the ability to climb mountains
Without losing your breath
You can't
You are only a prisoner.
This is at best,
A one night stand
Stretched too far.