The darkness has fallen outside

Giving me places I can hide-

Away from the relentless tide

Away from the pain that won't subside.

You light a cigarette.

'One step closer to being dead'

They said

But you couldn't get it through your head.

Sure there are lots of different symbolic resonances to smoking

But choking

On society's lies,

And looking for a way to die

Is not how we end this fight.

We may be wrong, we may be right

But by the end of tonight,

It doesn't even matter

As we fall asleep to the soft pitter-patter

Of the rain.

And we wouldn't want to be anyone else, we'll stay insane.

In your wake of cigarette smoke,

You leave behind the words you spoke.

And it's honestly breathtaking to me

As blue and beautiful as the sea,

Cold and crashing relentlessly

But you're only beautiful tragically.

- (m.m)