Through cheap smoke flows
tantalizing whispers
and cold reflections
cast from lonely nights
forgotten with
ignorance.
Let their judgments
ravish my soul
and stimulate its
eternal deficiency for love.
Like nicotine coating my lungs,
I welcome its haunting hands
as they tighten around my neck,
a soft caress with
ill intentions.
I haven’t felt this alive
since i smothered
my last cigarette.