Not been long since I last put killer between my lips,

Inhaled the foggy intoxicant in little sips,

Felt everything come and go in little blips.

Felt a weight crushing my chest, giving my world a rest.

The 3-inch roll took me to a crest, riding on the waves I felt blessed, as if embraced by a loving caress.

The nicotine rushed in my blood, but sadly it died down like a receding flood.

Quitting not an option anymore, damned cause I’m on the day’s number four.

Chewed a gum to put away the burnt smell, prepared myself to go back to hell: the real world with all its pell-mell.