It's been too long

too long to wait

to long to remember

but the little of what I remember haunts me

it makes me crave

for the black tar

for the menthol flavor

for the white box

the box that kills me

day and night it kills

I lay there watching it

the smke oozing

the ash burning

but i cannot stop

for I crave to have another

one that will hold my lungs

and never give them back

one that will rot my teeth to dust

one that pink farries will never touch

one that will stop my heart from pumping the last drop!