Thirty times a day
7 days a week
I lift possible death to my lips.
Paper filled with temptation
Paper filled with temptation I can hardly afford.
It takes my energy as its reward
It leaves me breathless
But not satisfied with this it begs for more
I am powerless to resist as it has me in its grasp
It owns me
It leaves its aroma as if to tell all that it owns me
It pretends to calm me
But secretly it is my biggest worry
It has dark thoughts
It wants to kill
But I am powerless to resist as it has me in its grasp.