An ode to a Cigarette

My beloved tunnel, we meet again, Your smoky embrace, was missed in the train,

Lets make a toast, to your tobacco smeared rear, To my aerosol elixir, devouring my fears,

Come and teach me to forget, Well being is a burden, I sweat,

Lets let it all out, with a puff so sacred, lets ma'ar the society, with a mist of hatred,

Is it the smell, or is it the taste?? Which forces me, to clash my fate,

I'll breathe, and long past midnight,

And I fade away, with no regrets,

Your remains, bathed in a glowing aura,

Bleed profusely, in my abode of ashes,

A long thread of that marvellous grey, The proud evidence, of your bittersweet karma,

The last spire, a sudden draught, A purpose fulfilled, a lesson taught,

I wish I could avoid, that one last kiss, I'll be back, with another bud, I promise.