Wallace

Smoker.

I inhaled greedily on my fat cigar.

The poisonous smoke burnt my sick lungs.

I exhaled.

The secondary smoke stained my interior decoration.

I did not care.

I am a tobacco addict.

I coughed.

And spluttered.

Green phlegm  exitted from my sick lungs.

I inhaled again.

My lungs did pain.

Again I coughed and spluttered.

My sitting room with poisonous smoke was cluttered.

I did not care.

I am a tobacco addict.

I feel ill.

But for me there is no curing pill.

I inhaled.

I exhaled.

I coughed.

I spluttered.

I died.