• Fog-
    A thick grey mist,
    Enters my soul,
    And masks your soul.
    Piece by piece-
    A part of you dies.

    Cigarettes-
    Cigarettes are Death’s henchmen.
    Threatening to suffocate my being.
    Threatening to wipe your existence clear off.
    When it reaches your lips-
    It becomes the kiss of death.