Smoking Kills


They say that
"Smoking kills"
but I'm already
Damaged-
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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