I shakily light my cigarette

Already struggling to breathe

Smoke fills my lungs

And completely surrounds me

Neatly packaged death

Small and welcoming

With big consequences

That are quite expensive

Alluring pretenses

Lowering my defenses

Problem sequences

Suddenly arose

Then fell like dominos

Now I need a machine to breathe

Whirring loudly while I sleep

I thought it would be brief

Temporary relief

But it's a tool I must keep

I'm on my way to an iron lung

A hole in my throat doesn't sound fun

But I can't stop

A habit I can't drop

I'm paying to die

And I can't even tell you why

I lost my mobility, my freedom, my life, my sight

Click click

Flick flick

By the way, do you have a light?

(Poetry)