The Soul Is a Lit Cigarette

My soul feels like a burning cigarette. At first it's whole and you have it all together but all it takes is one light and I slowly die Inhale and you feel like you escape from everything but the truth is, it'll kill me one day. It's our only form of suicidal release but feeling everything..emotion...pain..heartache. And every time the smoke clears we hope things will change. It can isolate you from friends and even family sometimes because of the habit, but it's that release that takes the pain away but if it wasn't for the pain, maybe I wouldn't have a soul.... Some of you reading this may wonder what I'm really talking about, but ask yourself.. is life not a burning cigarette? You open the pack and when it burns out, it's complete. That's our life. Just another lit cigarette....until the next one..