Cigarette

As you hold me to impress,

the first error is made.

You use me in depress

when nerves have frayed.

You roll me with your tongue,

and slowly inhale.

I will enter your lung

to break and frail.

I ease your pressure

and calm your fears.

I become your treasure

and lessen your years.

I am your breath.

You are my life.

I am your death,

will cut like a knife.

Your days start with me.

I am an addictive device.

Now you can't part with me

as I become your vice.

On your death-bed and energy seeping,

you curse, calling me heartless.

Your eyes swollen-red and weeping.

I smile, seeing you breathless.