Smoking Kills

They say that
"Smoking kills"
but I'm already
my Heart torn apart, bursting
at the seams,
so why not
Destroy my lungs
as well?

They send me that
disapproving Look
"Those things will kill you"
so I blow a cloud of Emphysema
in their face,
because they don't know-
don't know that's the point,
a slow Poison,
one Cancer Stick
closer to Death,
to Peace, to Endless Sleep.

They say that
"Smoking kills"
but I Died
the minute
You left me.

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