A Smoker's Testament

I don’t know why I crave for smoke,

May be just due to the reason my heart is broke.

No no no the reason must be bigger,

As my health’s getting worse and wallet thinner.

Every day I smoke a pack,

After a pack, I don’t keep a check.

How much in, how much out,

Smoke is the shit all I care about.

Though it fills my lungs with pain,

I know that all of my money is going in vain.

But still I like it, want it more,

As now this shit resides in my core.

No calories, vitamin or protein,

It contains the brightest of all, nicotine.

I like the feeling when I light my cigarette,

Feels like popping the cherry of a mermaid.

Heavenly feeling, fire and smoke from hell,

In my coffin cigarette is the most beautiful nail.

I do not care about my way of death,

I know that’s inevitable and I have faith.

But I just want you to make sure here,

That my pack of cigarettes should be near.

As when death will be coming to take me away,

She must get me smoking and none other way.