Roll

Just another thing about trying to use cigarettes to escape depression, but failing and just continuing on with depression and your crutch.

 I roll my own cigarettes

Therefore I am building my own destruction

With my own two hands

Planting the seeds of my untimely end

With careful precise fingers

A skillful tongue

Licking the seal of my fate

To clasp it shut

A flame from my lighter

Setting fire to my fuse

Slowly getting closer and closer to my body

Until it creeps inside

Exploding in a cataclysm of toxins and debris

Choking me mentally and physically

I am a slave

Holding my own chain

As I chain smoke

Seeking freedom only causes my mind to wander back to the past

Instead of thinking when I will have another cigarette

This strike isn’t so lucky

So light me on fire and suck the life out of me

While I long to be ash just like the cigarette

I was smoking when I wrote this