Friday, September 5, 2014

Ode to Cigarettes (Draft 2)

Like the scent of a rose in bloom
your intoxication enters my soul
Filling my lungs
with the fragrance of Death

Selbstmord begehen

My body, it craves you
My poison of choice
You've a chain around my heart
My every desire is yours


I loathe the thought of you
And yet just the sight
of your clean, crisp packaging
Makes me yours again


I am dirty, but I can be clean
I'll be free of your hold on me
and I will drift off to Heaven
With clouds at my feet


(Less cliche' perhaps. I wanted to further emphasize the struggle of the speaker as they try to quit)