As I light the end, embracing its feeling and makes time bend.
Its gentle kiss is a bitter taste, taken hold by its warming embrace.
I sit there as time stands still, knowing eventually it will make me ill, its poison that runs through my veins is nothing short of the same.
With each gentle kiss it relaxes and quietens my mind, the demons are calm for a little time.
As I near its end it burns so bright I hope it never ends, its venom rushes to my head and makes it light.
Feeling its burn deep inside, just one more time, in its solace that I always confide.