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

Abhängigkeit

I loathe the thought of you

And yet just the sight

of your clean, crisp packaging

Makes me yours again

Regressionsabhängigkeit

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

Rauchschwaden

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