The Smoke

The smoke is heavy.

It fills my head with its darkness.

Fills my lungs with its poison.

Lingering on my breath, in my clothes, on my skin.

The smoke is unforgiving.

The smoke doesn't ask why.

The smoke doesn't care.

The smoke isn't light.

It fills my eyes with its redness.

I love the smoke, though it hurts me.

I can't resist the bitter smell, the sweet taste will drag me to hell.

forgive me.