Wednesday, March 23, 2011

My World Is Unaffected, There Is An Exit Here

The only visible light appears at the end of my lit cigarette
Your personal beacon; my failing defense mechanism.
We stand alone in a cramped, dark space.

Eyebrow raised as realization hits -
Everything here is a gradual killer.
Addictions made to order; made to suffer.
Pain for pleasure, pleasure for pain.

With a light stomp of a booted foot, the cigarette is put out.
And in this dark, you cannot see the warning smirk.

You may be the next.

...but don't we all crave something lethal?