Cigarette
An addiction I know a failure to myself.
All that I was against has become a part of myself.
I hate it I love it.
I try to give it up, painful and discusting.
I hate how it tastes I hate how it smells, yet I get transed in it's exhaling glow!
Staring at the cigarette as it burns away, thinking to myself I will quit one of these days!
Yeah I use it as an excuse and a sad one at that.
One more puff and I will never look back.
Yeah I will quit tommrow, todays my last day.
I'm sorry I can't help it I want this addiction to just blow away.
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