The Unwanted Words (Completed)

Cigarettes

Grey ash falls on your pants
The smoke curls around your face
Your lips pucker
To push the toxins out of your body.
Another one slips out
Between your lips
The chemicals alight in orange
The paper burns
Slowly
The pack is empty
But your addiction isnt
The sweet pull of nicotine
It's what drives you
Keeps you going in these tough times

You tell yourself
"One more, then I'll quit"
But that urge to light up another one
It always wins
Your blackened lungs
Wheeze for more
Your brain is wired to crave
Crave the toxins it feeds on
One more
And then I'm done
One more
One more
One
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