Pieces of myself

satisfactory self destruction

I slowly kill myself , cigarette after cigarette , for minutes of peace , I am selfish with my own , I take care of my feelings and always be careless with my body and soul , the smoke goes in and out , and I forget of everything around , a package a day , make my euphoria go away , but the sickness that I overcome is coming stronger than before , silently waiting , leaving the stress out, hand on my lighter and here comes another round of dopamine , the tip of the cigar is glowing like a sunshine , and just living today that is mine , while I  put my soul in the bare hands of time ( or what's left of it )