I’ve been addicted to smoking,

since before I was born

The ecstasy of inhalation

I can hardly catch my breath

Call it the curse of the addicted

Unable to stop no no matter how much I may want to

 

I’ve acquired a cancerous taste for it’s toxic

These lips have never pursed a cigarette but they are all to familiar with it’s embrace

Smoke tastes sweetest when it passes from another’s lungs to your own

A paseserby’s silent kiss

Or maybe anonymously across a thousand miles

Second hand love is in the air

Intoxicating

Choking me up

Taking my breathe away

I might just have an asthma attack

 

This lifestyle has always been in me

I’ve a fervent lust for the heat

I’m a pyrophilic person

I dance in a valley of wildfire

I prance amongst the spirits of matchstick pines

They guide me from twisted twilight to charcoaled night

Lay me to sleep in chartreuse chaparral sheets

And the warmest blanket of heathered atmosphere

 

Isn’t it ironic,

I’ve only even know this state to be an ashen gray

It’s vibrant sunset it’s only glimmer

Airborne particles, once cinder and soot,

deepen its dusk Make the sky a prettier victim

Makes me a lovestruck addict

Holies her with holes

Lesions my lungs

Brings us both closer to the heavens

Beckons divine destruction and respiratory degeneration

The zenith of love— of addiction

 

I’ve been addicted to smoking,

since before I was born

The ecstasy of inhalation

I can hardly catch my breath

You can call it the curse of the addicted

Unable to stop no matter how much I may want to

Because secondhand smoking is not choice we get to make