Cigarette words

Drift
Through the air
and
Pace in my chest.




I'm alive, but

Only
In a physical sense,
and
I'm lonely without
That friend of mine.

Dance, faithful.


Life
Flickers on and off

and
Control crawls away,
Scared by the monster.

Shame envelopes


Me.
Skin and bones
and
Addictions are nothing
To be proud of.

Sickly, I am.


Features
Melt. A pale face
and
Dark under-eye shadows
Are quite becoming of me.

Others' trust in me does


Not
Exist when I cannot,
and
Will not, trust myself.

I am not scared,


Honest.