Dependance consumes. Controlled and distracted by

a selfinflicted sickness. With every breath of the

poison the habit intensifies and the attempt to

stop weakens. Filth smoulders in the ashtray as

you draw the vileness into your lungs. Killing

yourself, subjecting others to the air that your

smoke defiles. Cashing in on a cash crop, cashing

in on your slow death for their financial gain.

They create then feed a carcinogenic addiction

that leads to selfdestruction. Cancer ravages the

throat and lungs. A diseased heart fails. The pain

was avoidable and yet this insanity is accepted as

normal. The first genuine moments of remorse may

be the last seconds of life. Coughing up blood,

gasping for breath. Each one was a nail in your

coffin. Inhale. Asphyxiate.