Asphyxiate

Dependance consumes. Controlled and distracted by a selfinflicted sickness
With every breath of the poison the
Habit intensifies and the attempt to stop weakens
Filth smoulders in the ashtray as you draw the vileness into your lungs
Killing yourself, subjecting others to the air that your smoke defiles
Cashing in on a cash crop, cashing in on your slow
Death for their financial gain
They create then feed a carcinogenic addiction that leads to selfdestruction. Cancer ravages
The throat and lungs. A diseased heart fails
The pain was avoidable and yet this insanity is accepted as normal
The first genuine moments of remorse may be the last seconds of life
Coughing up blood, gasping for breath. Each one was a nail in
Your coffin. Inhale. Asphyxiate