Addiction

A whiff of smoke,

Smooched my lungs 

A pale illusion, 

Hazened my mind 

My blooming alveoli,

Burnt, drooped black

Under the sense of a cigar,

Which lilted my tongue forever

My liver flooded,

With a lather of wine,

Alcohol, rum, vodka,

What not I took!

The sensories cut off connections with each other 

Providing pleasure to my soul, but drought to my pocket

Dark illusions hid and I seek 

With a desiccated demonish flare

A chain of cravings bent me down,

Drove me to a mix of heaven and hell

Where to go? I could not choose

Finally landed in the hospice depths!