Poetry from the Soul

black.

when I inhale you, all my stress goes away.
i pull you into my lungs, and let you turn them black.
it's such a relief when that smoke goes inside my body.
I never thought I'd let something control me, but I do. I let you, of all things.
It's crazy that my biggest fear is dying, but I invite Mr Grim Reaper with you everyday.
I tell myself, okay this is my last one, but I know I'll be back tomorrow ready to light you up.