Rahul Aithal - Cigarette

As you hold me to impress,
the first error is made,
you use me in depress,
when nerves have frayed.

You roll me with your tongue
and slowly inhale,
I will enter your lung
to break and frail.

I ease your pressure
and calm your fears,
I become your treasure
but lessen your years.

I am your breath,
you are my life,
I am your death,
will cut like a knife.

Your days start with me,
I am an addictive device,
Now you can't part with me,
as I become your vice.

on your death-bed and energy seeping,
you curse, calling me heartless,
your eyes swollen-red and weeping,
I smile, seeing you breathless.

Rahul Aithal

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